Clutter of electronics covered his desk like high tech lichen on a wooden rock
Reality bending miracles of the past now mere pieces and memories
And he kept contributing new relics to the collection
Swearing, he flicked the switch again, but
His computer still wasn’t booting, just more of the blue plague infecting his vision
Beating up her heart with blows of pure logic
Reality was there was no chance this was really love
Almost certainly it was just hormones and nothing more
It was a waste of time, and her resources were better used studying
Not that she could think of anything but the taste of his lips…
Making miniatures of real life was their thing
Organizing all the bits and pieces
Determining how to fit them all together
Enabling the construct to simulate the reality, but at a smaller level
Letting them travel through time as they watched the big bang unfold on their computer screen
Whistling away the boredom while looking at His wrist
As He waited for the seconds to tick by
The time was coming when all Hell will be unleashed
Creating a new reality that He would use to remake the world in His image
He smiled. Soon He would do more than just …
Watch the way the world unfolds around you.
One thing leading to another in a vast circle of reality.
Notice how each piece is interlinked with so many other pieces.
Down to the knowledge that a star had to die to create the matter that makes you.
Ever sit there and just contemplate all that?
Realize that that feeling of awe is as normal as breathing, that you are a …
So do you believe in the magic that surrounds you?
Pushing the fantastical into the factual
Enabling imagination to define reality
Letting wonder bloom in the field of drab predictability
Let’s drink deep of this fever dream and cast our fancy into the world
The lightning and thunder are at his command
His hand holding a spinning Mjolnir
Outside he looks like he is as calm as the eye of a hurricane
Reality was the true storm was raging inside
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
Furiously looking for the punchline
Underneath the dross of reality
Nothing there could tease an honest chuckle out of his lips
Nothing warmed his shivering cold soul
Yet his comedy gave the world what he could never have
How could you abandon us in our need?
Every day we screamed your name and begged for deliverance.
And yet you did not answer our pleas for help and mercy.
Reality is you were never listening in the first place.
Random Stuff I Think You'll Like
Things I love, typically with people I love. Will likely be hiking, baking, and doing other things that make me happy.
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Story world
SkEtChEs of my daily life through tiny words, artworks, quotes and snapshots--- capturing a moment in time.
Terveen's W.O.R.D.S and Writings And a little more
Honoring God every day.
reality
Relationships, Sex, and Love
Film poetry and musings
My personal journey through life...
The girl who aspires to weave her palm creases herself!❤
A safari to (re)discover Strasbourg
My Journey & Life Experiences
Writings from the heart.
Never Short On Words 