We’re under a vast illusion. Somewhere along the line we came under this impression and somehow we think that we’ll always have it all together. Always have all of our strings wrapped perfectly around one finger.
That the earth will always spin the right way. That the weight of the metaphorical world won’t tip our planet’s axis .2 centimeters to the right, uprooting the ground from underneath of all of us suddenly and all at once the balances shift, Kristallnacht. A German word. It means, simply, Crystal night. The night of broken glass. The night of broken people and shards of lives. The night everything fell apart, suddenly and all at once the scales re-arranged themselves, Kristallnacht. Mid-way into a thousand year reign of 12 years. The end of the beginning and the beginning of the end. The definition of destruction and the physical representation of a bubbling and spontaneous hatred.
You see, we’re under a vast illusion. We think that the world will always look this way, That we’ll always be young forever.
You see, she used to run through meadows, picking wildflowers and daisies, blowing dandelions and making carefree wishes. Running barefoot, arms splayed out, heart all akimbo through fields of forget-me-nots, singing about how he loves her, loves her not. Not a care in the world. Then the riots started and she couldn’t explain why the meadow she used to run in was suddenly full of stones with names tattooed on the front with a date.
Overnight, the balances shifted and that 6 year old girl seemed to age 10 years.
She saw it all. Beautiful faces, beautiful minds. She saw the world fall apart like fluttering hearts and butterfly wings at midnight. People coming back together in a huddle of broken promises and forgotten hallelujahs. A 1000 year reign cut short. She saw the end of the world as she knew it. Saw the careless hatred decimate her carefree meadow of daisies.
She began to sing a new song. Picked a handful of forget-me-nots and chose to love like she did before the night the world ended.