I and You
We both know what we want, or rather who we want. It’s not beyond man to be able to tell these things no matter how still and frozen the ice is. Maybe the ice is afraid of erasure or she knows she’ll never be erased. It’s so dark out here but it’s another hot night, it seems, or maybe I’m the hot one. It’s funny how ice and heat seem to co-exist like one cannot destroy the other. Maybe they have a consensus to dominate only their segments just like how winter and summer have agreed to show up only at different times of the year and to never meet. We can agree that this is true for tyrants, oppressing and repressing at will, without consents, without restraining nor regard for popular vote. They need to be more than one to be able to do this, but not enough to stir unnecessary riots. We should never be together, the ice queen would permit only if she profits from it; she loves to have her way; she moves with confidence and in violence, leaving blood and scattered pieces behind wherever she goes. This seed should never sprout for she’s also a witch, she would notice but wouldn’t destroy it — she can’t, that’s for the hot king — instead, she would have it bloom, and thaw her ice to water it till it seeds. But as the seeds enclose with flesh, she’ll request her water back, freezing every fluid within the plant, not permitting even one fruit to ripe. But we cannot stop the budding for the hot king would not permit. He’ll give it just the sunlight and have the earth tremble, quack and soften to just even the lowest whisper and smile. But we can always hope that one day, maybe one day just like most tyrants, they would desire an expansion of their lands and there would be an explosion that is lead to an end of their regimes and a byproduct of water, a fluid for growth and sustainability. So maybe we should live and love and grow or stay in caution of their Majesties for their wraths are grieve who can handle.
NB: I attempted stream of consciousness
