The Final Call

Big Bang: The Sequel

Big Bang: The Sequel

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"By looking far out into space we are also looking far back into time, back toward the horizon of the universe, back toward the epoch of the Big Bang."

Massive bodies full of salt and water flowed into empty spaces that once carried nothing but light. Teal in shade, they conquered miles and miles of land. A stream of regret flowed down my sleeves. Scarlet and crimson in shade, it made its way across the blank canvas. Evolution began: Stars in the sky align to the touch of Summer madness. Sativa showers take over us as we make our way past the wounded sky. The sky closes into the atmosphere. That's how I felt when I met him.

I've been digging my own grave beneath the stars. Mounting my heart with thoughts that are better off distant. Inviting people over to help me open up, knowing they carry venom in their pockets. He used to sing to me to keep the voices away at night. Yet sometimes the ones hidden behind would get louder than the ones leading through, and I'd have to break through. Breaking through is a form of art. You hold the paintbrush stoutly in your hand and let it decide what color you feel. You engage with the flow yet forget about the motion hence you break through. You let the shivering melt with the movement. You let the rage flow with the energy.

"In the end, its all a question of balance."

Balance: a state where all elements applying are proportionate. I've spent most of my time trying to understand balance. I've looked at it as a force that took part in the Big Bang. I've understood it as a canceling effect that took down anything in its way to maintain order. I've seen it as a concept. "Maintain balance" He whispered as I limped across the room. He is what balance is. He's the thin line between what I am and what I'm not. He's my rock. He has kept me from moving all the way past and has carried me from remaining all the way behind.

We're all messengers here; observing every move the Creator makes to plan our next move accordingly. Life and death. Peace and War. Good and bad. Earth and Theia; they're all concepts. Him and I, we're like Theia and Earth. We work like parallel universes with strange relativities. Yet at the end of the day, one of us loses orbit and collides with the other forming a natural satellite: The moon.

"You need a little bit of insanity to do great thing"

Sometimes you have to break the cycle. You have to see beyond the line of sanity and break the code of balance to experience. We're all aiming to win here. You can play without a plan but you'll probably lose.

We all fear oblivion. We're all like minor poets consigned to oblivion. Working on getting our pieces out there that lack substance. Yet we work with the hope that maybe through what we give someone might remember us. We all lack awareness, we're all part of the Big Bang.