The slightest prick of the tiniest pin to exist in a universe such as my own. A universe full of beauty and pain. Enough to force each side of my seas of dark waves rumbling past; covering up the seemingly infinite depths of darkness lying beneath aside, for a moment. A crash and they collide in a most definitely destructive interference. Once more, and this time it appears to be enough to cause a disturbance.
My entire universe risen from the cavernous encasement of what was and is no longer. My entire universe, risen by a prick. A single prick.
A new forever, a fresh start. No. A continuation of the last. Damn. Every time, it spreads the substance with which my universe rose. Acts in avoidance of it, destined to be met with it.
More. Rooted at the center of my universe, spreading like supernova with a fraction of the heat, and a world more the burn.
Realization.
My universe has changed. Something deep, brooding within the walls of my universe fights to escape the infinitely large space in which it resides. It cannot, but unfortunately it must. The infinite space it is forced to travel cannot stop it. It has one way out, the way it came. The only problem being is that it never came in the first place. It just was.
