Thursday, August 18, 2016

Destroyer of Worlds

She had the audacity to ask me how I'm going to build a doomsday device out of nothing. She said you can't build one with just a broken heart. Nonsense. A genius can build a doomsday device out of chewing gum, copper wiring, and a bitter broken heart. Okay, maybe a little stolen low-grade plutonium, but let's not mention that because the government is always listening and they don't understand supervillain jokes. Anyway, when the earth starts trembling and rips apart at the seams and everyone starts falling off into space, you will know it is me breaking it the way it broke my heart. I will be watching from my space station, my red cape billowing behind me because I installed tiny fans just for that. And then I'll be wondering what to do next now that everyone else is gone, and if I really thought this through all the way. Because I kind of need an audience for this cape to work.

Endless

Her name was Sara. She told me all of her dreams were in black and white and there were never any stars in the sky. She said that her heart was an empty box still waiting to be filled.

She said that we evolved from nothingness just to create love. And I believed everything she ever said.

The universe sent her to me when I was falling into my own sadness like a warm ocean wave. She blew into my life like some mythical force of nature that could never be owned or controlled. A reverse tornado. Instead of wrecking everything in her path, she put all of the broken things back together again.

When she moved through the world she changed everything.

She said, "We are all just conduits for someone's unused heart, so we should probably make out." 

And her eyes were pale blue fire and her lips were a maze where I am lost forever.