Decaying memories...
A message of love and hope to the beyond.
As i stare beyond the fiery void and imagine the beauty that may be, i sense a feeling of hopelessness. What's the point? The planet was destined for doom with us along with it anyway. I try to concentrate on the good memories that i know i've had before it's all gone to waste, was the war worth it? I hope those in charge and those that are trying to leave the planet, to visit their 'Noah's Ark' on Mars know that their greed and hubris did this to us. To all of us. Yet we were meant to suffer in order to help build their 'Paradise Planet' from our slavery, and payment of blood and tears, to save them and not ourselves. Why? Because we were never granted the same privilege as they? Because we never wanted to put millions into slavery for our own benefit? Well i hope they enjoy their freedom as they look back at Earth and laugh at us, left behind to endure the pain, swimming in the thick expanse of fear. Even though we have become accustomed to the sensation. We are not worthy for the anaesthetic. A sense of being disposable overwhelms me, i can't think of anything but that damned company. How could they be so soulless? I start to gather myself together. Why would anyone want the need to live on that planet? It all started off as a project to show off to the 'big boys' across the waters that they could dream of such an absurd idea. Instead of investing in this beautiful world they decided they wanted to leave it whilst pretending that they wanted to preserve it. How shallow.
I had always said that corporation was going to bring us misery, the false hope of us being saved. It was all so that we could build them their one-way ticket out of here. I wonder how they will live with the guilt? If they're even capable of such human-like feelings...i can't help but feel rage towards them. But i know this is not doing my soul any good. I walk on aimlessly, i find myself near the ocean. A tear leaves my eye as i try to capture this beauty one last time before it's all gone, i have to hold back my emotions. This isn't a time for sorrow.
I perch myself on a crumbling rock, trying to deafen out the noise of the planet screaming in anger and agony. It's as if the planet is fighting us instead of the evil that has caused this. Or maybe this could be our salvation? I don't have time to hate right now. Those people are not worthy of my final memory, i hope that someday they will learn the hard way as we did and pull their heads out of their own back sides and understand the true meaning of suffering.
I meditate, i can remember school, i can remember my parents, i can remember my grandparents, i can see them all. Tears rush down my left cheek as i reach into my pocket and pull out the last present she gave to me as she left. It was that locket we saw in that jewellery store, i remember buying it as we celebrated our first anniversary. By the sea where i had proposed to her. She wasn't expecting a ring let alone the 'Heart Shaped Locket', that was the last time i truly felt happiness. I felt alive, i felt needed and not used. It was beautiful, i hope to see her again one day.
I open the locket and wipe the tears from my eyes, see you someday my love. I look at the date engraved on the opposite side of the locket. Uncanny i thought, it's the same date as the Apocalypse...is this a sign? I'll see you again soon my dear. This isn't the end...
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Ben G
An experienced being of the subject of suffering. Just trying to gather my memories to create stories people wouldn't believe unless they lived through them.
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