A Bit of Nihilistic Musing (Fiction)

I never realized I’d given up on this world until I stood there, at the edge. Looking down at all the people below me, insignificant specks of dust in the grand scheme of things, I wondered what was the point of it all? All the prose, the pomp and show, the flowery hue we tinge over everything to make it more palatable, was all so pointless.

So, why? Why all this vanity and denial? Why this falsehood of forced smiles and dark thoughts masked beneath cleverly crafted lies? What is the purpose in this world where we seem to exist merely to continue our own existence?

We grasp and struggle for material things that we cannot keep once we pass. A bigger house, fancier food, higher lifestyle, the easy life. All vanities and futile. Dust in the wind, as it were. As we are.

Blessing

Life, fill me up and give me breath

Dreams, carry me far beyond

Love, don’t be limited by others’ scorn

Muse, speak to me forever

 

Sleep, take me into your sweet embrace

 

Disbelief, find yourself another place

Hate, you never did belong

Nightmares, you should have left long ago

Death, leave me ’til my life is done

Lovely Wishing

It’s warm on the couch, snuggled up close to him. The pleasant crackling of a fire in the hearth is complimented by his steady breathing. You can feel more than hear his heartbeat as you lean your head against his chest.

Peaceful.

Everything feels right with the world. The blanket tucked over your legs, his arm around your waist, the warmth of the fire caressing your cheeks; all so comfortable and perfect.

You wish nothing could disturb this moment. Wish you could stay like this forever, comfortable and warm, together.

A contented smile graces your face as you nuzzle closer to him. He wraps his arm tighter around you and lets out a sigh and pleasant hum. You know he feels the same.

You know this is love.