The Beginning

I am nine years old. I can swim. I can fly. I can sing. I can be a giant monster if requested. I have watched the fall of the Roman empire. I have witnessed the death of the two million people plagued by the black death. I can twirl in front of millions warranting a standing ovation. I can become a God if enough determination is applied. I can solve all of the problems of the world if people were willing to give it over to me. The notion is that I am, I can and I will be. This applies in the form of excitement and reckless power. A power so strong that the very thought of it could kill a man or a thousand and it has. It has leached its way into everyday minds and hands. Basically forcing them to commit millions to their knees and to the dirt. The very thought of others rolling around in the muck is tantalizing in this nirvana type headset. It’s perfect in the sense that it is imperfect. The imperfectness is amazingly tangible, pliable, and addictive. Stepping into it is like walking on water, turning bread to fish, raising a whole sea with the flick of your wrist. Infinite in the retrospect of being mundane. The request and the freedom of giving a little to receive the world are imminent to everyone now. Your very fingertips tingle with the surge of 7 billion lives at your disposal. Truly magnificent and deadly and terrifyingly present. To say you want it is an understatement. You need it. It is used to fuel us. To push the creative energy that seems to bounce in our heads screaming for release into the air screeching its energy to the wind and turning the atmosphere sour. You could witness the rotting and corroding of a whole generation caught in the tide of our own fists. Almost like the hard-faced exterior of a dictator foaming at the mouth to be heard. They are more rabid than man, less than human. We could be more than that, so human that we change the name of the game. we could make our own characters, set our own times form, in a sense, our own world, our own existence. Without the consequences or the chains or the eyes. Just us and our determination for better or for worse. Even though the choice is sickening it’s still a win-win no matter the path. So what do you say?

Author: Timera Gaston

I write because I can. It's my own special voice and it couldn't be any better than this. This is my growth. My history. My pride. A journey lives within the each and every word. A journey that i want to continue to share. View all posts by Timera Gaston