My name is not important to you, nor are my methods in the slightest. You cannot dare to catch me, for I am quite elusive. I’ve seen all that there is to see, and what will become. I’m something you cannot live without, but I’ll show you how I’ve begun. When I was younger, which, in this case, is a relative term, I sought a friend to help me cope with something. You see, at this point in life, I was certifiably dying, and I wanted a companion to spend my life with for however long I had. I’ve been alone for most of my life, and I thought now would be a good time to actually make some friends; so I did. What was unique about my world, was that it wasn’t in full swing yet; not until she arrived. I shall tell you, chronologically, how we spent our lives together for the last, oh, three billion years or so. Her name was Mary Jane and she was the world to me. She was very artistic and could make anything beautiful; life, death, anything that could possibly have a life force, she made whole and new. I believe that, in certainty, that I was certifiably and undoubtedly in love. Mary Jane had the most luxurious hair, and the fairest skin. She was everything I wished for, and nothing more or less. She made everything wonderfully beautiful and I thanked her often for it. She made me different things every day, and even showed me the intricacies and skills in which she made her crafts. There wasn’t anything she didn’t make, literally. I can’t honestly remember how many times she beamed up at me asking me to take a look at what she made with that fated smile of hers; the sun would shine and the day would be wonderful. Subsequently, each time she frowned, the sky would darken with a maliciousness to its hue, and even worse, when she cried, it rained. It got severely worse later on I thought not of what to do about her sadness, so I asked her one day: Mary, why art thou so sullen? I called down to her one day. As she sniffled, in her palm rested a wilted rose. She took a deep breath and spoke with such tremors in her throat, “The flowers are dying, darling. The flowers are dying and I don’t know how to stop them from dying. I just don’t know what to do.” It was at this time that she started weeping heavily, and that same moment, there was a vast hurricane that swept through my land. I panicked, and in that panic, something made me freeze. I closed my eyes and opened them momentarily once again and saw before me a tiny droplet of water. Around me were remnants of the crashing waves, but something was odd about it. The waves were still, but they retained their shape against the rocks that reminded me of her temper whenever I made her angry. She turned to stone whenever I did that. I had a sudden epiphany and realized why the flowers were dying, and so I made the resolve to write her a note. After I had written the note, I left and became invisible; watching her every day as she built more and more beautiful things, but staying my distance. Finally I saw her read the note in our favorite spot, and as much as it pained me, I saw her heart break. This was the hardest thing I have had to do, and it became as it is today. When her heart broke, something incredulous happened the next day; there was a third person. Then the next day, there was another person, and another the next day. Day after day, they multiplied. Some from the hundreds, others; thousands. Each day there were more and more of them, naked and curious. Some began to admire Mary’s work while others tore it down to create something for themselves. Mary did not mind it much, as her heart was already broken in one aspect, but they continued, and before we both knew it, everything Mary created was taken over by a new creation. I tried my hardest to stop the carnage, but it was not enough. Day after day, we’ve watched as they built more and more, tore down more, killed more of each other, and all of the atrocities they have wrought upon Mary’s beautiful creations. Finally, Mary could not take any more of it, and left. I was crushed. For the longest time, she never wrote back to me, she never sought me out, she just disappeared and I did not know where she disappeared to. So I sat and watched as they took over our haven and laid waste to all of Mary’s exceptional artistic creations, until I noticed that there was a spot of green untouched. I sat and watched the life team from this splotch of green, and then glanced out at the remaining gray. For more days than I’ve counted, there were more splotches of green popping up each day, but finally, it stopped. For the first, in a while, I’ve seen Mary’s message, and I swear, upon gazing down at the new inhabitants taking care of her art, and never letting anything happen to it, I felt Mary’s embrace. For the fifteen seconds of my life I’ve actually counted, I remember, fully, those fateful words she had spoken before departing; I’ll always be with you, just like you are with me. But just like I cannot catch you, you will never catch the the true essence that is me. Not for a good, long time. It was then that I knew we were only to work in tandem together, but not fully able to see each other again. She thinks and even longs for me from time to time, and I gaze at her beauty every day, but just like she said, we never got to speak again until the starting and ending of the seasons. Every Spring, I’d watch her flowers grow, and at the end, I watch them mature. Every Summer, I watch as the flowers and trees grow healthier; the babbling brooks have grown more rambunctious, and the wildlife has learned it’s own system of harmony and growth among one another. Every end of summer, I see the winds change, and the leaves start to adhere to gravity, and my influence, and so fall comes. Winter is the worst, for Mary no longer weeps upon it’s passing, but just looks at her work grow as cold as the midnight sky when she shuts her eyes. But this is where I come in, for I speed up this process and make it Spring again. I love seeing her eyes light up when I do my trick from behind the curtain, because she looks back at me and waves slightly with the trees. This is how I’ve grown to love Mary and how she grew to love me, and how we grew to tolerate society.
Posted on: Mon, 07 Jul 2014 06:02:32 +0000
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