Milky Way Mother...........
Alone, I watch the colors swirl in currents around me. The dark expanse all around is all I have, that and my thoughts that whirl and surround me like a caccoon. I watch them, they all the sing the same song. Alone.
I should be happy by myself. I am all, all is me. But I am so lonely. Perhaps I should.... That plan I dreamed on that one night I felt so alone I would go insane. Perhaps..... Would it even work? I have nevernever tried anything such as it. To create something more than this prison, the throne I sit on.
I stretch out my hand..............brush the fingertips through the silky thoughts until I locate that one. I let it fill me. Yes I will do it.
And so I take a deep breath and start.
I run across the heavens
dripping balls of fire from my fingertips,
I will call them stars, and planets.
I shape, out of nothing, a home.
A safe, protection place.
I add the colors from my thoughts,
an endless supply.
I will plants to grow, up and up,
blossoms in all colors, pink and red and blue.
I shape mountains, tall peaks, I create wind,
the sun (one of my stars) shines and warms and readies this home.
I take a bit of nothing and some of something and I begin to
make creatures.
Sweet creatures, snakes, cats, dogs, lions, lambs......
They bow their heads in thanks,
they know I am their Mother. They love, they thank.
I love them back.
And now it is time for something......something more.
Over a cool glistening lake I have made I look and see ME.
How wonderful would it be to have someone who resemble ME.
In all entirety.
I begin to be nervous as I alight in the garden.
I take some water, shiny fluid water,
and form someone who looks like me.
The moment she opens her eyes I feel
I feel, I feel so much Love.
But she does not, cannot, see me.
I leave back to the heavens to watch.
Over eons I notice that she begins to feel lonely.
How is that?
She has, the animals, the trees, things I did not have for 100000 times as much as she.
But.........she is.
And I love her so I come back down
and pick up some air.
I form a shape, this time a bit different,
and make her a companion.
I make more and more and more.
But they do not see me.
Why can they not see me?
Whywhywhywhywhy.
I close my eyes, this plan was perfect, this plan was GOOD.
It was Love,
but I am not seen, what has gone wrong?
I lay down in the Heavens,
I go to sleeep.
And when someone, anyone, anything I have created and given life, dies
they come and join me as a star.
You call me the Milky Way.
YAY zombies are here! (that was sarcasm)
Hi! No, scratch that.
The first day of a zombie apocalypse seems like a weird time to start a diary.
I've never really wanted to, but if I die...
No, I'm not dying.
Why do I always think the most negative thoughts?
I've already killed one (slammed it over the head with shovel) and then puked up my cereal. They could be mistaken for humans from a distance. But their rotting stink can't be ignored if they're anywhere near you.
Gotta go, there's one in my neighbor's yard. What would mom say if she knew I'd turned into a zombie killer!