hell

Hell is, knowing that things end because that's what they do. They end and change and become something different. It is both the curse and a blessing of existence. It's after his last death that things switched from normal to this, surrounded by a nothing, a purple nothing that felt like static or white noise …

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A Momentary Snowflake

It's in this small moment that a universe exists A simple creation A flake of ice It falls with glory from the sky as everything Is and in a flash Gone Seeping into the fabric of a wool jacket like it never existed at all

The Universe

The universe lives. It feels every thing from the blackest of dark matter to the smallest speck of mold. Life is life. It changes and stretches and morphs dependent only on the stimulus around. The range is thin but the range of living things to fit with the billions of niches can run into the …