Unmatched is a shorts written by Kiijama and shared with The Ugly Writers under the theme Contrition for the month of August
Do we always seek grandiosity between people, the living and the dead? And thus, are we entitled to ourselves to be always looked upon? Even in the midst of a forming star?
So do I, achieving something that will never go further than I should.
A simple task is to dream, a difficult one is to go in that dream. Facing a more straight and narrower path, a deeper depth in a bottom endless sea. Once faulted, once broken, will take our hopes in disperse of light.
We aspire to become someone who will never reach as we are. In concrete squares of the crowd where they follow along, but not as I do and tell. We come chasing for the bearers of light, and to become a light.
A moth withered out of the flame, and not a butterfly in a garden lane. Coming closer came the death of me, surviving further wonders around an empty light.
Are we still seeking the mind of others, and to be full of it? And when everything is stored and made sure, are we striving for more? It’s funny, isn’t it? Looking back toward the dropped-dead envisioned dreams, is it important just to make myself a center of light?
To bring another fight up above the heavens and always shine brighter with those eyes beyond the smaller kind. Taking my own way adds grandiosity is grandeur, another heat to this waging warming world of war.
And it is still the dream, the grand, the light I aspire to be. Though heaven matter most not of me, for I make myself who I ought to be.