​‘the echoes of possibilities’

I’d like to believe that there are other universes out there. Each one just a little different. and in each one fate’s heart warms and decides to be a little more fair. Like each color has a different hue Each world does too. I’d like to think that if this world doesn’t work for me, another one will. Maybe the other one is kinder. Or maybe venom is flowing through hearts still. Maybe in that world happiness is not something they have to achieve. But at what cost really? People will always have something to grieve. In the end we’re all human, and all coded the same. But like no pattern is identical Each human heart contains a different flame. Each story with different plots. Each of us a small pebble in the landslide. Or a soul with a kaleidoscope of thoughts In each universe a different story. Some unfinished Some completed and dipped in magical glory It’s comforting to think that my tears and sorrow in this world might be dried up in another. maybe it’s a stretch of a concept. But it’s something my heart would like to discover. My world might turn into a wreckage, but somewhere in the multiverse’s madness is me watching a bird soar through the sky. Or flying a kite. Something went wrong here, but in a parallel world I’m smiling because I know why.

note: when I get low, I like to imagine the world has another version of the exact same moment. A different reality where the outcome and choices I make are different. I wanted to capture the world’s flaws and beauty, and how in different universes I yearn for a difference. just something short I wrote when I was 14ish.