I drop to my knees in disbelief. How effortless was it to take what was mear imagination and turn it into reality, but how unexpected the cost. What has man become, destroying its creator, its sustenance, its home. I step back and look at my terribly beautiful creation, confused at what I have done, but sure it is both good and evil. Man cannot create just good, nor just evil, both intertwine and mix into one as salt does water. Both coexist and thrive on the battle between the two. Man has made itself into something that was unintended. It has made enemies with what has given it life. Waged war with what wants peace. Conquers that in which is not supposed to be conquered. I sit down and close my eyes to hide myself from that in which I have caused. At last I open my eyes to take in my creation. "What have I done?" I ask. There is no answer, just silence.

You used to be music to my soul. I needed to hear the beauty in your voice to get through what seemed like endless days. I needed nothing but for you to say hello and all my worries would disappear and I had hope they wouldn't come back this time. I couldn't imagine a life without you and didn't want to. Sure enough the music that you sang with your presence in my life began to fade and slowly turned into silence. Along with silence came the worries and fears and everything bad that ever was me without you. I was so sure they wouldn't come back, but wasn't sure enough. The music that was once apart of me has left, and has turned into a cold silence. The world around me seems alive and spinning, but I sit here alone, alone to my own thoughts. The people around me seem so happy, but I do not know what happy is. My happiness is silent, and so are you.