The Fool That Traversed Time

I was mistaken.

It all happened so quickly and so overt.

I was walking down the street, for once joyful, when I saw them. My instincts urged me forward, to grasp them, to hug and squeeze the life out what I love so much. It all ended when I saw their hands laced together.

My mouth went completely dry, the muscles in my tongue stiffening. Not just my tongue. Everywhere. Every muscle went numb. A shadow loomed over me, and once again every sound was tuned out. It was me and them again. Me and them, the both of us, in the same black room with no floor nor walls. But their back was turned to me.

I gritted my teeth and went after them. I touched their arm and they looked at me, startled.

"Do... you remember me?" I asked quietly.

"I'm sorry sir... I do not recall who you are." They shook their head. Their lover turned around and looked at me.

I don't know what was in those eyes. Was it wrath? Was it gracefulness?

I was confused. I got the cliché term "my head was spinning". It was light, a single poke would break it apart from the rest of my body.

I nodded, my gaze drifting downwards.

"I'm sorry... I mistook you for someone else."

"Oh, that's alright," they said, beaming. Their lover flashed a quick smile.

"I do hope you'll meet whoever you are looking for soon."

"Yeah... Me too."

They both stood there... Just gazing pleasantly at me. Like I was just a lost child. Like I was just wondering without a cause.

And I really was back then.

I turned away and walked. Once they were out of my sight, I ran. Ran towards the dark room I called home.

I locked the door. At first I didn't react. Nothing came out of me. Then my heavy chest exploded as hot tears burst out onto the scene. I was bawling like never before. My stomach clenched vigorously, and I bent over. Bile spewed out of my lips, the acidity gorging my taste, my smell, my sight. Everything. Everything was a hot mess like the traces of puke before me.

I could not live. I could not die. My sight was blinded. My smell was obstructed, and my mind was crumpled. And there was blood on my hands. Red, hot, concentrated blood that flows just like in me. My own blood. I was nothing more than a carcass with blood on its palms.

I curled into a small ball and remained like that. I was too afraid to move, so I just lay there.

Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there was a planet called Earth. It was blue, green, a bit yellow, and at one point half-grey from pollution. It was a little place where life began. These things called "humans" started colonising everything and placed themselves on top of the food chain. A better explanation of the history of the Earth and evolution is all available at www.somecompanythatisntfinanciallysupportingme.theysuck.com.

There was a city in the year "Probably 2050-ish". It was glamorous with mechanical robots gliding in the sky with electric guitars playing Smells Like Teen Spirit every few hours. Superheroes where on sale and Japanese animation was the norm. Cats and dogs lived together, Muslims and Jews loved each other like brothers, and corruption was officially "old school". Add in a rainbow with unicorns if you want. I should also include how the global pollution is now 0% and we can create completely green energy.