Ode to a Mudshark
I WANT to be free of you but I can’t. There is a connection between you and me that transcends time. It transcends life. It transcends the conscious human experience in ways that we cannot understand with our limited minds. I can’t make it stop no matter what I do. And, one way or another, that connection is going to come back. It’s going to continue to manifest. Maybe in this lifetime, maybe in a billion years. Because that connection is unbreakable.
Yet it must be broken. You have chosen to sink us. You have chosen to pollute us. You have chosen to drag us down into the filth of the jungle because of a spider web of lies you have been told. You do not understand the consequences of your actions and your choices and if that connection is not broken I will be dragged down with you, into entropy, into decay, and into extinction. Into annihilation. And that is something that I cannot allow, for I must survive.
But I will never forget. In the utopia that arises from the ashes of this insane world, I will remember what could have been. What should have been. The wound that will be left behind when that connection is finally broken will be eternal. A part of me will always be poking around in those ashes, looking for any piece of you that remains. I will wonder at what point you finally recognized your mistake and wished I would come back. I will wonder whether that moment came too late; whether I could indeed have saved you. And I will weep bitterly at the thought of your loss, for behind all the anger, I still love you.
Our story isn’t over.
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