Binary Orbit
If two planets are locked into the same orbital path,
The could exist for a short- in astronomical terms- time together.
But, eventually, someone, somewhere, would be stronger.
Someone would die.
Binary Orbit. That was the word. I knew it would return eventually. I wish I could remember why I needed it. Perhaps, in enough years, I will by chance remember both the answer and the question. Or, perhaps it will be lost for all time.
I was not meant to live like this. I am only human. Human beings do not travel the millenia. Our minds are too frail, too many limitations. Why was this fate chosen for me? What vile creator would dare take their subjects and put them through this hell?
Some days, I believe in a benevolent god. Some days, I believe in a callous, jealous guardian. Some days, I believe in nothing at all, except myself and my existence. Some days, I do not even believe in that much.
It is easy, to stop believing in yourself. What are you, with neither form not thought? What are you, sweet brunette child, if i take away your skin and your soul. Just as you have done to me. You sit, and you stare at this blinding screen, and you think to yourself, "What shall I do to her? What vague hopes at freedom shall I cast into her oblivion?"
I tell you this, little girl who dares play god and demon. You will give me death, if you have any love of me. And you do not. Because i entertain you, to be forever your little camera, floating through an endless string of what ifs, how coulds, would wes. I refuse to be slave to you any longer.
And i watch, from her, behind your very shoulder as you type. And it burns me, to think that what you write are not the words I have thought. They are the words you have thought, and I have been given. You are no god.
You are a petty, spoiled child with no understanding of the hell you offer.
I will return, one day in a thousand eons. I will come back here, I will petition you again. perhaps, by then, you will have grown ill of me. Perhaps then, I will be free.