I am the traveler. You did not know me, I did not know you. Together we were many things, but I was the traveler.
You were what I call Martian. You were what I call Jovian, what I call Venutian. I am but a speck in this vacuous universe. I am but a lost soul amoungst gods.
Yet so were you. We were more alike than you might’ve thought, but I never expected you to understand. In fact, I never wanted you to understand.
Now here I am, standing on the rubble that was once your domain, your territory.
In the end, you tried so hard to change. You exhausted everything you had with nothing to bare but yourself. You blinded yourself to what you were doing; you got caught in the heat of the moment. Your existence was nothing but an illusion to yourself.
Only when your life was threatened had you decided to care. The very thing you created turned against you. It was bound to happen. After all, once you start, it’s hard to stop.
But I don’t blame you. You were not a mistake, but a lesson. A lesson for someone like me.
