(Inspired by 'Space Song' by Beach House with some lyrics from the song)
'What makes this fragile world go round?'
I sit and watch the end of the world. The stars watching over me like how parents are supposed to watch over their children. It's beautiful, the destruction. First the wildfires came, then the tsunamis, and then later, the supernovas. The stars explode around me, a kaleidoscope of colour, bursting with such passion it makes my soul hurt. I can feel the white butterflies inside of me, gently flapping their wings against my brown chest, matching the beating of my heart in complete and utter sync.
The remains of the stars scatter across the desolate land in drops of gold, silver and bronze. I point my laser at them, with no results; they are too far away to catch. Too far away to hold. Too far away to be real I consider, and then I shake the thought away. They have to be.
'A flash of light.'
I can feel the starlight on my skin, spreading across it, a beautiful bath, coating me with a new skin, now that I have shed my old. It is still brown, just now metallic, and as I look directly up into the collapsing sun, my hair turns gold, like a flame devouring the previous black.
Blinking, my irises turn an obsidian black, white pupils the only hint of light. My mouth opens, a wide 'o', just wide enough to start singing. The siren call erupts out of me, its high frequency would have made my former self not able to hear it. But I am not my previous self now. I have morphed into someone new. Someone who is no one and yet everyone at the same time. I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders, paired with Atlas holding the sky. I am all that is left.
'Who will dry your eyes, when it all falls apart?'
Looking down at my feet, I realise I am levitating, the rock beneath me no longer touching the soles of my feet. My soul, ascending. I thrust myself up into space, (the Ozone layer does not exist anymore), forcing myself to only look upwards, as looking down will only remind me of what once was. What was there before everything happened. Before everything was taken away from me. I still see her eyes now, ice blue, clear as a mirror pool.
I miss her. I miss her so much I feel like once she was taken my heart separated from my body. I can not love again. I will not. I will only love her.
'Somewhere in these eyes, I'm on your side.'
I watch the world, covered in flames, mass destruction happening right in front of my very eyes. And I can see her. See her walking towards me, her ice blue eyes passing through my skin, into my soul. My white soul matches her black, and they intertwine, a flutter of fairies dancing after a long winter, bringing forth the spring. I feel transcendent. Like a supernatural being passing over mortals. Forget one supernatural being, two. Her and I. In harmony, in sync, planets orbiting around each other for eternity, the stars watching our never-ending love for each other.
'Fall back into place'.
