3.
I turned back around. Refreshed, in a
sense, I was no longer worried. The sky was more purple than usual. Clouds less
yellow than yesterday. My hearts were pumping, slowly, but surely. I felt each
pump, each bump, thump. My hearts were telling me something.
That just because there were twenty
hundred versions of me spread out across the stars, doesn’t mean I am not an
individual.
Just because I was based off a person
(one person) that has been dead for centuries now, doesn’t mean I don’t have my
own thoughts. Right?!
My name is different: E.P.4. Sylvia
That means something, doesn’t it?
The houses on this dead street were
like me. Different.
See one day in history, that no one
ever told me about, but somehow I remember, there was once a writer. Famous and
now dead. Long dead. They decided to create things. People. Off those so
influential, they the word be a better place. Yet somehow missed something.
They missed these bubblegum creatures. Small in stature. They looked like
cartoons, I don’t know what a cartoon is, there is just something so animated
about them. They were giggling and smiling. Things I rarely see in town. In my
town grey and dull, in my town lost and sad. There was something missing and in
the midst of it all there was remnants of what we lost.
In the corner of their bubblegumed
house there was a tv.
-TERRORISM
+Terror
-EVERYWHERE
+These people who have mistakes in their genes are taking
our
-FREEDOM
+Falling into myths of the past
-MUST BE STOPPED
+They are creating things and
-CAUSING TERROR
+They are soliciting in activities like love and procreation
-TAKING OUR DREAMS
+ Remembering what life was like before our freedom
-TAKING OUR FREEDOM
+These people must be stopped before their curiosity
-GIVES US DOOM
All I could hear was fear. The TV main
purpose in everything was to keep inflicting fear in the hearts of my people.
The little bubblegums laughed and sand. Nothing could bother their intense joy.
Not even the stranger that was watching, judging and I.
They were worriless.
I was jealous.
The TV usually kept off in my box.
Fear inside me, because I feared I was
the one they were talking about. The one causing terror.
But those bubblegums,
They
did not care.
But they,
They
were not bothered.
But I,
Wanted
what that.
But I,
Was
nothing. Nothing compared to them.
