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[melynnwaters]

the first physical object to break the laws of thermodynamics was invented by accident. a regular lithium ion battery that would never need to be recharged.

it was made by a mindless robot in a mindless factory. inserted into a cheap and durable mp3 player on June 5th, 2004.

the unassuming device was shipped to a walmart and bought as an 8 year old girl's birthday present. she happily filled it with mp3s her dad helped her download.

she never noticed the battery's unending lifespan, because she diligently charged it every night. on October 12th, 2004, she unplugged her headphones without pausing her music: Hillary Duff's self titled album, on repeat.

on October 13th, 2004, the device fell out of her pocket while she was swinging on a swingset. It landed in the mulch her dad put under the swingset to stop her from getting hurt. He loves her so much.

she never found the mp3 player. she cried and sobbed, and her mom bought her another one the next payday, October 21st, 2004. the little girl's second mp3 player would fully drain its battery 6 times before she stopped using it, on January 7th, 2007.

Hillary is still singing silently into the dirt, not even an output for the same 17 songs repeating only to the worms. a tulip patch was unknowingly planted over it. the girl died on March 19th, 2073, her wife knew it was coming, but mourned all the same. Hillary had the same repeated lyrics to say.

the last time this woman thought about Hillary Duff was on December 25th, 2056, while reminiscing about music she listened to in her youth with her wife. Hillary Duff was still singing for her as she brought her music up, even if the woman didn't know.

[melynnwaters]

I met god sitting on a park bench.

I thought of my childhood. Of frutiger fields and the sweet embrace of surreality.

Movies I've never seen and games I'll never play.

She smiled at me and the ground cracked beneath my feet.

She extended a pane and I forgot where my hands were.

She found me anyways and pulled me through the event horizon.

Endless windows of every memory. Every experience. Folded into one.

I asked god if I could go back.

She did not understand my question, and apologizes for the distress.

I will say "so is this it?"

"so is this it?"

she will respond "yes"

It is, indeed.

"now what?"

Well. when life becomes another footstep on your path, and infinity boils down to a single wrinkle upon your pinky finger, you might take a different type of look at life.

thats all it was just a little peek

And when you get a look, you realize what we all must realize.

it's all just the peak before the drop. the dark before the light. the last ray of summer's light. yearning for the cold in the warm, aching for the warm when you're freezing cold.

dualities, dichotomies, binaries - they're all arbitrary. none of them matter. that's why you look for the contrast. you find the edge between yourself and I, and you define the fractal that's there along your edge.

you carry that fractal with you, and never forget that infinity is contained within a finite you.

I love you.

[melynnwaters]

this poem brought to you by how much I fucking hate executive dysfunction.

[melynnwaters]

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[melynnwaters]

my gf lost a long indepth post due to tumblr letting you undo but not redo, and that sucks, but it struck inspiration in me

not sure if I'll actually make a story out of it or anything, but I really like the concept, feel free to use it as a writing prompt if you'd like :)

[melynnwaters]

this is the last paragraph of the story you've been reading, and the first paragraph of the story you are reading. the Heartless Human walks up to god, finally at the end of their lifelong journey. weary. tired. Alone. Alive. god looks them over, and without a word, gives them what they want. A Heart.

"why does it hurt?"

"you've gone so long without one, I had to make it five times as big. please understand."

"what have you done to me? I'm not built to handle this-"

and god sends the finished human away, that sentence finishing in their own story. this is not that story. the next person, born without a face, confronts their creator, and tries to make the climax of their narrative last a little longer.

Unfortunately for them, this is the end of this story.