the universe tends to not care. it is only the things that are in the universe that have that capability. i think it's because caring is hard and it takes a lot of work and if the thing you care about leaves or dies or worse, it hurts (god does it hurt. a side effect of caring is disappointment). and the universe knows this. the universe has felt the pain and doesn't care for it much (even if the universe deserves it). so she decided to become dark, cold, uncaring. she liked to call it “liberosis” (an ache to let things go). and i would like to believe that at a certain point the universe wasn’t like this, but i’ve read science books before. the only time the universe ever changes is when something unfortunate happens (the universe is forced to feel something; she can’t escape from it). two planets collide, a meteor kills off an entire species, black holes that take everything from the universe and give nothing in return (they are the worst. the universe thought she had a sun. but the sun became an anomaly. one day her sun’s gravity became too large and it changed the sun. and that transition from creator of light and warmth to a taker, a gravity well, vantablack.). so the universe remained dark, cold, uncaring for what it felt like centuries. she became bored with doing the same thing over and over again everyday, so she decided to look around. and that’s when the universe met the world. now, the world was a peculiarity (not in a bad way though. she just stood out from everything else). the other planets were lifeless and blended in with the darkness, but she seemed comfortable with the quietness of it all. the universe used to feel the same; she loved the silence (well, that was true until she heard the world speak. and god did that change everything). it seemed as if the two entities were polar opposites. the universe was empty, the world was full of love (and sometimes hate, but it’s better than nothing). the universe felt so bland. wherever you look in the universe, it’s all the same. black emptiness filling most of the void with a few stars and planets sprinkled here and there (but what you have to realize is that just because beautiful things, like stars, are inside the universe doesn’t mean a thing to the universe itself. you are not just what you see of yourself, you are what others perceive you to be. and that’s a very scary thing. there’s this phrase called “catoptric tristesse” that represents “the sadness that you’ll never really know what other people think of you, whether good, bad or if at all” ). on the other hand, the world contained the most prepossessing flowers the universe had ever seen (the universe soon realized how much she related to the flowers. they are stuck, rooted to the ground. until someone decides to pick them and take them home to plant them in a nice *** and water them everyday and take care of them. but sometimes the person doesn’t take them home. sometimes the person picks them and gives them false hope. then the person throws them away and leaves them to wilt. the universe felt comforted by the idea that she was not the only one this had happened to). the world had clouds that the universe enjoyed because it made her realize that it’s okay to block the sun every once in awhile to let it rain (the sun can be quite overwhelming, especially when you don’t have the energy to appreciate it). the world also had this moon that orbits her, showing the universe that sometimes change can be beautiful. and there are so many other things that make the world so breathtaking that the universe notices everyday but to list them all would be impossible. plus, it’s not like the world notices these things herself (there was this one quote about butterflies and how their wings are so beautiful but they can’t see them. they can’t appreciate their own beauty). then there was this weird shift between the two entities. i think the universe fell in love. she doesn’t remember falling for the world, but she just noticed when she held the world’s hand she would become saddened by the idea that at some point she would have to let go. she noticed how frequently she would bring her up in conversation as if the world was always on her mind. she noticed the amount of attention she gave the world to small things (her movements and words were too elegant to ignore). and the icing on the cake was the fact that the universe started to care again. the universe cared about the world. and now the universe is scared. she hasn’t cared in a long time (she hasn’t really been happy either). like i wrote before, a side effect of caring is disappointment. but the universe would take that risk for the world.
i wrote this one a while back; it isn't really a poem, but i thought i'd share.