Treasure Island

Vasto Grom

(01/19/1990 / Houston, TX)

And it all falls down


My world, this is my world. I have spent nearly 14 years building it. I have built everything you see from the earth to the sky. The wind whistling through the forests. The waves crashing upon the pearly white beaches. The pure white snow falling down on the mountain side. I gave up many opportunities both small and grand I also lost many friends to the building of this, my perfect world. I let you in to show you why I did this. Why I spent over half my life building this utopia because you were always the one that mattered most to me. The one person I never wanted to lose. But you do not smile in awe and wonder. Instead you simply shake your head and begin cry. Why? Why do you cry at my masterpiece? I ask perplexed at your reaction. You look up, gently stroke my cheek, and say 'I cry because you lost so much for something that is only able to be seen by you. I cry because you gave up the love of so many so that you could live here alone. But most importantly I cry because you still think I'm here.' Suddenly you are gone as if you were a wisp of smoke in the breeze. As you fade my world slowly begins to crumble and fall down around me. Then before my very eyes I find myself once more in the real world. It takes me a moment to realize where I am. The air is cold and the atmosphere is heavy with dread and loss. Suddenly, I am struck with the realization of where I am. I'm in the local graveyard and before me is the one thing in this world I never wanted to see. A cold, marble slab with your name on it. The memory creeps into my mind sending unimaginable pain through me and forcing me to my knees. I spent so much time creating my world to show you that I never even realized you were sick until all I had left with you was but a few tear filled hours. As the clouds open up and the freezing rain pours down from the blackened skies and slowly trickles down my face mixing with my tears, I hear your soft voice whispering sweetly to me through the trees. 'Why do you try to build? What you know can't ever be seen. Why do you give up everything? When you know none of what you made is real. Now you know what reality truly is and now you can see the lies. And all the lies come down. And it all falls down.' And as your voice slowly fades from my mind I watch as all I built fell down around me. For what good is a masterpiece when you are the only one who knows it existed and when it cost you the one thing you never intended to lose.

Submitted: Monday, January 30, 2012
Edited: Friday, July 19, 2013

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