What A Beautiful Mess
10-29-2014, 08:28 PM
A sort of relief overcame her afterwards, one she did not quite understand. Quelt would make a comment about the stars appearing "funny." Stars could be quite funny in their own way. Each one seemingly envious of its neighbor, always trying to outshine one another. Though, none could ever outshine the sun. Perhaps, it could be a resemblance of dreams long loss. Or maybe even dreams never given up on, because in the end - the stars try, until death, to burn more vividly than the colossal daylight star. And even in death the particles never really vanish, simply changing into a different form. A black hole that would consume all that was in its path. Maybe the stars grew weak of trying to be the most radiant and burst in anger from failure, allowing the darkness to consume its once precious light. To be reborn again? One never really heard of that. Once darkness had taken over, light never made its way back in, did it? It was a terrifying though of what was to come. Changing now would mean proving nature wrong, or it seemed that way. Starlit face would look at the flecks of fire that clung to the canvas overhead. Maybe that is why the gods painted her face in stars. A curse. A beautiful curse. It was to be expected from such humorous gods. And at this point, she felt as if she were their most cherished joke. I cannot imagine anything more complex and beautiful. Floating masses of fire swirling in complete nothingness. With no destination, no real journey. Seems like a simple life. She would sigh at the thought. A simple life would be welcoming. Flashes of light would pass across the heavens in continuous waves of light. A shower of falling stars that would ignite the purple sky. It was a new moon on this night, creating the perfect time for star gazing. Fireflies would mock the heavens as they danced about their forms in streams of light. It was truly a dance of stars. my actions | my words | my thoughts |