The Person.
The person is perfect,
They rise early with the sun, and go to sleep with the stars.
They are kind and gentle.
They are loving and understanding. They are fun and dangerous.
They are sensible.
They share hobbies and personal interests with humans around the globe.
They are everything that was imagined, and even things that have not been imagined yet.
They excel in everything they do.
Perfection would be a word to describe them accurately, but it would not give them enough credit.
They are serene.
Dreams and nightmares are based on achieving something close to this.
This is different.
It shows a complexity never before known to man or beast, yet is the simplest thing to know.
Acceptance.
People accept it is perfection, but they do not worship it.
It lives in a life with them, that maybe will never end, possibly hasn’t even begun yet. It is unexplained, but talked about more than any other phenomenon or theory around yet.
But when is yet?
A time to be explored, none the less something that will be explored, but very slowly.
You have to understand that this being of perfection, has feelings.
A life, a home, and a loving family.
Most things do, if you trace them back far enough.
They talk to anyone about anything.
They have no secrets, nor a desire to keep any.
They are honest, true, pure.
As they set off into the world, they notice something.
Something they’ve never felt before, it’s so alien to them they begin to think they might be ill.
Never mind, they have never been the sort of thing to put themselves before anyone else.
There were people out that needed to be helped!
And help them they would.
Each day dedicated to helping people, being there for people, being the figure that people wanted them to be.
But never enough time for themselves.
As time creeps on in our story, like a murderer creeping towards his victim, the feelings grew stronger.
Hate.
Anger.
Fear.
Jealousy.
Pain.
Things that they could not deal with.
And secretly it tore them apart.
It was the one thing they did not understand.
Feeling unloved, unwanted and unappreciated they sank into a silent depression.
But no one noticed, no one seemed to care.
And like a stab in the back, it stung for hours.
For years.
Forever, clawing at their skin and slitting apart their very reality, or even the lack of it.
Don’t you see why they couldn’t escape?
It was everywhere they turned.
They had never asked for help, never desired another’s attention.
So lost and so alone, the sadness turned to anger.
One day, as they were helping a tiny being, they snapped.
Out poured the hatred that had been locked inside for so long!
Yelling, screaming, tearing, shattering everything their life had once been.
And how the people ran.
From the person, the thing that was doubted yet doubtless, the unimaginable yet it existed!
Confused, they left the person curled in a pile of crispy leaves, pricking into his skin like holly leaves and thorns would scratch the surface of anything laid to rest there.
But they were not resting.
The people remained at a distance – Every one of them, that lived still and that could manage to attend the most heartbreaking event in history.
They cried at the person, for betraying them.
For letting them down.
They didn’t understand.
They walked away.
Sometime after they left them, the person left us.
They died in their own time, in agony, screaming for help.
Crying for love.
Begging for understanding.
But it didn’t happen.
Everyone gave up.
The person died alone.
[I wrote this ages ago, thought i should share it, i don't remember why i wrote it.. I guess really it shows that's impossible to try and complete everything, to try and be there for everyone at once. Set small achievable goals, sort of thing. Don't bottle things up. Enjoy.]
