Fragile Lives

It’s crowded in here. The good and bad, small and big, beautiful and ugly, jostle for attention, clamouring for life. Fragile lives, all. His attention means life, his disregard is oblivion, death. I am but a tiny germ, too weak to move – frail, nebulous – a beginning maybe, but nothing just yet. How is he is ever going to notice me?

I wait..

I dream.

Somedays I feel full of possibilities. I can grow up to be anything. A powerful king, a shy little boy, a drifting vagrant, a wily old woman.

Somedays I grow tired of this existence – this half existence. Am I destined to die before I’m born? Will my time ever come? Will he ever know I’m here… waiting? For in his knowledge lies my life.

And I wait..

One summer day as the yellow sun shines, I feel a surge of blood through my veins, red-hot blood. He sees me! It’s here, my time is here. I take a deep breath and I grow with his consciousness. I am growing …… taller, stronger.

He smiles at me. I fill his thoughts, taking shape and form. All others are now mere dwarfs before me. Then I’m walking, running, flying. He gives me wings. And I’m slipping out of my home, into a new world. A world he builds for me.

He is in falling in love with me. The knowledge makes me powerful. I give a triumphant laugh as I take charge. No longer fragile, I drive him now. He forgets to eat and to drink. He loses track of time. He sits lost to the world, consumed by me.

Is it days or months? Or has a year gone by? He does not know.

He looks up one day. “It’s done”, says he, “My book is done”.

That’s me, that fragile thought in his head. I am his book!

 

Day 3 of the #BarAThon Challenge from 1st to 7th August 2016.
The prompt for today is ‘Fragile Lives’.

I am with Team #CrimsonRush