Mistakes in All

By Pop (with assistance by Loki and Lily)

Crickets sing and grass pops beneath his feet as he scours the sky, space and stars above through the thick of clouds and tears he bore. Forgo Man’s past and history ago, for this universe is but a scar from a blast lasting eons and eons ago.

Gasping from the sight, Gastry swallowed in fear if what is to become of his very own life. Dare thy be in plight when all are staring at him like the starry night. “Am I even worthy” he whispers to himself, wondering if the forthcoming challenge is in actuality opportunity or demise.

“NEY” he shouts, “I am not worthy, I am but a fool on a goose’s errand! I am nothing but a mistake as this world is a mistake! My life is a mistake as is the quest is a mistake! My outcome is a mistake no matter what mistake I make! Amongst all that is here, a mistake made mistakenly after mistake, what is really right in this world filled with nothing but mistakes!”

“Dare I say in mistaken words that my mistaken work bear down on my mistaken life. My mistaken mother and mistaken father created a mistake as the world was a mistake mistakingly made by our mistaken galaxy. Mistakenly clustered by our mistaken Universe, mistakenly gashed by a single mistake.”

“We were once one with the universe. And now, we are broken. And so what is the point of demise? I will play my part in this mistaken life. A domino of fate in this Rube Goldberg Universe.”

From behind the faint sound of cross hung grass amongst bare skin and faint breaths, slowly coming from behind of poor poor Gastry. With a shocked turn he was relieved that it was no one but his young mute sister. She waved hello with her left, holding his life’s work in her right.

Gasping on consciousness from fear of morrow, clenching to today and begging for all to stay he almost forgot why. His reasoning, his needs, his goals, and his plights. A clear and conscious man would know his own cowardice, yet Gastry’s knees still felt weak from plight.

“Nay be damned to the mistakes, nay be damned to all that is life. Nay to all that has become before for you the reason I fight. I cannot fail, and I must conform to Rube Goldberg’s delight.”

Grabbing his sister by the shoulders, he held her close in thanks. All he can do is say so much while she stands idly listening to every word.

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