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Conspiracy with the Cosmos
She didn't know that such power existed. If right from the start, she knew that it was possible, then maybe even before everything escalated into a crazy mess, things would've been easier to smooth out and be repaired. Not like how it already is. Not like the current chaos of a situation that she didn't know how to fix.
'But maybe with this power,' she thought, 'everything would be different.'
You see, there's this myth. No one ever believed for it to be true, especially not her even as a kid. You know how stars and falling meteors get to grant you wishes and make your dreams come true? That was the myth she never once considered to be real.
But now she's here in front of a swirling mist of blue and purple, a curious flat plane made out of stardust and ice granules from space. It's a beautiful thing, like a portal trying to suck her in.
Maybe this is how stars made their magic to grant wishes. Maybe this is how exactly the universe could alter space in order to give you that one thing you so wanted to have from the deepest most tucked corner of your soul.
"Perhaps," this time she said out loud, "I could finally be where I wanted to be."
Where the grass is greener and her face masked not with a fake smile, but with a genuine one, that place she craved to lived in, perhaps she would end up there after all this time. Where no spark of a catastrophe would ever occur and no crystalline tears would she ever shed. She'll be there—finally.
Yet nothing is ever as perfect as daydreams could be. It's just too good to be true.
Parallel universe. Worlds that are the same, but aren't. She leaped through time, or what she thought at first, but she actually jumped through space and assumed the role of another 'her' that bore no burdens unlike that she who has been. Unlike the life she left behind.
And that lifetime she turned her back from would never actually change. Whatever she does, she realizes, nothing would actually change for her.
The past can never be undone. The dead can never wake up again, and ties severed may be mended, but never as tight as it was before. Things lost would always be remembered, but will never come back again. That's just how life is. That's just how it always would be.
"No matter what the stars and the whole cosmos might offer me, there's nothing in this world that could actually give me what I want." She paused and laughed in a bitter way that made her throat sore and her eyes teary. "Perhaps it's time to make a new wish to the meteors."
© jane
'But maybe with this power,' she thought, 'everything would be different.'
You see, there's this myth. No one ever believed for it to be true, especially not her even as a kid. You know how stars and falling meteors get to grant you wishes and make your dreams come true? That was the myth she never once considered to be real.
But now she's here in front of a swirling mist of blue and purple, a curious flat plane made out of stardust and ice granules from space. It's a beautiful thing, like a portal trying to suck her in.
Maybe this is how stars made their magic to grant wishes. Maybe this is how exactly the universe could alter space in order to give you that one thing you so wanted to have from the deepest most tucked corner of your soul.
"Perhaps," this time she said out loud, "I could finally be where I wanted to be."
Where the grass is greener and her face masked not with a fake smile, but with a genuine one, that place she craved to lived in, perhaps she would end up there after all this time. Where no spark of a catastrophe would ever occur and no crystalline tears would she ever shed. She'll be there—finally.
Yet nothing is ever as perfect as daydreams could be. It's just too good to be true.
Parallel universe. Worlds that are the same, but aren't. She leaped through time, or what she thought at first, but she actually jumped through space and assumed the role of another 'her' that bore no burdens unlike that she who has been. Unlike the life she left behind.
And that lifetime she turned her back from would never actually change. Whatever she does, she realizes, nothing would actually change for her.
The past can never be undone. The dead can never wake up again, and ties severed may be mended, but never as tight as it was before. Things lost would always be remembered, but will never come back again. That's just how life is. That's just how it always would be.
"No matter what the stars and the whole cosmos might offer me, there's nothing in this world that could actually give me what I want." She paused and laughed in a bitter way that made her throat sore and her eyes teary. "Perhaps it's time to make a new wish to the meteors."
© jane
