World

It began in a single moment, at a single, certain point in time.
With it's birth, from whence or what I cannot say, it grew, feeding on the immeasurable spaces of imagination.
And with it's growth, soon, all space had been consumed, all restraints fled with the wind and all control splintered.
All the songs failed to reach my ears, all the words failed to touch tears to my cheeks, all the letters seemed no more than just oddly scribed angles on white parchment.
Silence, a silence so deep, so dark that even sound could not shatter the stillness installed permanently inside.
So I waited. Waited and wanted something more than darkness, more than empty, hollow space, more than unfeeling.
I waited, and waited and waited.
Replaying the moment where music, light and feeling had left this bubble of my world, reliving the previously uncounted moments of wondrous sensation that could not be lost forever...
Was this a time of innocence, of silences, of private confidences?
Long ago, for it must be long ago, it seemed so long ago when time was time, and loneliness was loneliness and love was love.
Everything in black and white, I could feel it throbbing in my veins, my blood now left thin and cold and lacking.
Cursing the days when I cursed what I lacked, this deep space consuming other spaces.
But just as ignorant, wandering with this vagabond in a world where there's nothing to steal, came with me a star.
You're just as bright, just as beautiful as any flame, winking in mischief and never still.
Suddenly I realised, that this is strange, you're shining in a world where there is no light, no sound, no sight, no smell.
I reach out to you, surprised when the tips of my fingertips brushed ice, for is this what stars are in here?
A light that travels where I goes, speaks, eats, loves, cries, feels for a being that cannot, then I ask, how is that you are able to do all that I cannot, and wish, to do?
Oh, beware my dear, for jealousy is a green eyed monster, its taint of green reaching even you in this monotonous world.
Let it not swirl within your crystalline depths, not touch your pure blue light.
But still, your light does not warm me, it does not light me, nor shed light on everything around us.
Can you blame me for missing your redder cousin?
Can you blame me for not wanting to touch you?
Can you blame for still wanting your company?
Can you blame me for abhoring everything you stand for...
Because I can.