Mr. Fixit

Mr. Fixit

He flew beyond those city lights, Torn about leaving. Torn about staying. And yet He flew away. He felt out of place for reasons unknown.

When he entered the stratosphere, he exploded into a million glimmering pieces.

Realization dawned on him, he was not dead. Nor was he alive anymore. His essence has taken a new form that goes beyond Life and Death.

He saw himself, scattered amongst the stars.

But still….

He loved the world below too much.

All those people living on their misadventures, their lives without me.

Every Night as the stars gleamed brighter than most, he would look within them.

Down, Down

Way down to the world we live in. The world he once lived in, too.

But as Icarus flew too close to the sun,

So did he, too, begin to fall.

Spiraling Spiraling Spiraling

And out of his despair, those stars began to fall.

For the stars were a part of him.

They were his Heart, his Longing, his Emotion.

And as he fell, He grasped helplessly, hopelessly at those scattered, blinding, bright pieces of himself.

Trying to piece himself together…. Before he hit ground.

But what is Broken can never be mended twice.

Only consistently shaped into newer, more sensitive states of being.

Yet this time, instead of a being of freedom and escape,

This being?!

Is One of pure Rage, Pure Sadness and Despair… and yet Pure still of Hope.

It’s what binds those pieces together.

What if I found a way to make it back up there. Back to Cloud 9, where misery cannot follow.

Forever Hopeful

Forever bound, Forever Unbroken

But never again called Fixed.

And eventually his name faded from the memories of everyone who knew him. Barely an echo. Barely a glimpse.

Until his name was forever inscribed upon the lips of the people of this world.

That’s how humanity is, they never know who someone is, until they are long gone.

Oh poor Mr. Fixit. You tried and tried. Couldn’t you see? You couldn’t change the world. You cannot change things that don’t want to be changed. You tore yourself to pieces. Never realizing, the only person you could’ve fixed was yourself.