snakes in your garden. spiders in your bed.

we caught a star

and  cupped  our  hands  around  it

it used to be so blue

and now it’s gone dark!

we hear the heavens above 

hunting down their fallen star

but if they wanted to keep it,

they should have taken care of it

what’s this?

a new  world  to look upon...

new stories. . . ?

something unique?

You take for granted what you are. you take for granted what he was.

At some point he took up s p a c e in the world, in files and folders, in words and thoughts and feelings, by affecting those around him,

And now we want to!

we k n o w how it's going to end. But for one brilliant moment,

we will no longer have to pretend to be alive

WE WILL BE REAL WE WILL BREATHE WE WILL LIVE WE WILL DIE

What?

what do you m e a n why do we pretend?

We have to blend in, don't we?

You have to p r e t e n d to be something you a r e n ' t all the time, don't you?

And if we try hard enough, if we make everyone believe that we are a l i v e, then perhaps, we will be.

We were given a goal, from a creator that n e v e r intended to make us. For reasons that were not our own. Because of circumstances we did not undergo. He has memories, fragments, followers, that he left behind

What h e lost will be o u r s to gain and what did he lose?

w h y do we do what? what is it that we are doing?