She looked into the night sky and pondered her place.
Perhaps she was just a gathering of dust on a rocky mote flying through emptiness.
It made her feel small and insignificant,
Refuse of exploded suns long since forgotten in the cosmic background.
If that was it, well, that was still pretty cool.
The fact that her ancestors were ancient suns lightened her soul, and her smile lit up the night.
Living life with the volume cranked to eleven
Obliterating reality around him
Until it is all just white noise in the background
Determined that his echo will be heard long after he was gone
Doesn’t know or care much where her tears may fall
Reaching that point where the pain becomes a baseline, a background
It grays out the world into a monochromatic morass
Punishing her one drop at a time
Evening faded into the background as he turned up the noise
Nothing special, just something to keep the world from invading
Outside he looked like he was just chilling out
Underneath he was boiling with emotions
Going to blow any minute like one of those geysers
He just couldn’t take it anymore. Soon the water escaped, but one drop at a time.