I never wanted to be a human.
I longed to live above the clouds.
I wished to be in space, among dark matter and birthing Stars.
To be there when a Star was born. To be there when it perished.
I never wanted to be anything.
I wanted to exist like a cloud of dust and particles and matter,
nothing but sparkly dust.
I wasn't ungrateful to live, no, I merely wished to habitat a different form.
My mind always worked differently
than everyone else's
instead of news and movies and
boys and
makeup,
I would say, The Desert
and the Galaxies, I will go one day
and live out there, alone---
and they would say I had a
Desert Mind, too.
But I think
they all had dry,
bland thoughts
and mine were
something special,
but soon,
I would find a way to transcend into a new form
of light and sound
and fuse---with the twinkling sparkle upstairs,
and my Desert Mind
would captivate everyone.
Not that it mattered to me---
I never wanted to be human.
But human chose me,
and the Stars and the
sounds of the sand hitting the air
weren't made for my skin,
and my lungs---
But I still have
this Desert Mind,
and I will share my dreams,
so you can imagine it too.
About the Creator
Melissa Ingoldsby
I am a published author on Patheos,
I am Bexley by Resurgence Novels
The Half Paper Moon on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
My novella The Job and Atonement will be published this year by JMS Books
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