Worlds*

This was a world tinting in black and white, no ice cream, no rainbows, no smiles, no color. It was a sad, sad place to be. The dogs down the dirty alleyways howled into the night, and bit at the fornicated solitude that was this uneventful place. The people sagged beneath the dark, brooding eyes of the snipers that stood guard over their rooftops. The children were forced to stay inside and do their housework. There was no time for books. There was no need for education. There was no need for money. There was no need for love.1

There was no hope.2

And as the graying skies lost their shine and as the sun was enveloped in a total illuminating white…3

No one challenged the stretches of their sanity. Everyone was normal. No one was any different.4

Sales were not steep or even beholding a slope. It was a straight line. Everyone was allowed to buy a certain amount of items, which were almost as gray as the world they were in. Nothing sparkling could be seen in public. Items were to be dulled and put down from their pedestals. There was no religion. There was no war. There was no peace either. And if there was, it was a peace created with lies…5

But no one spoke above what they were allowed to speak. They just went on standing in lines, buying their groceries, walking back home, and sleeping off their worries.6

The band aid looking patch on the side of everyone’s head was metallic to the micro wires there. It controlled their worries and lapses of needed exposition. It allowed the world to be normal. It created a simplistic order.7

Each baby was submitted to the patch, and grew on with it. It was water proof and the battery lasted for a hundred years. Until then it would be recycled and used again. But the children did not play. They were not even up to their own ages. They acted more like the civilians that ate mechanically. They had no televisions, they had no computers. There were no screens, either. There was no music. The sound was muted from their ears, except the monochromatic timbre of the sales people and the peoples’ neighbors.8

Yet, the only one out of the many that had created the idea had been killed, and the person that creaked into his home late in the nocturnal hours beheaded the man and began to use his invention as his own. And now that he was well upon his two hundred years, he was the only one that did not wear such a tag of responsibility. He himself held the remote to the minds below him.9

He was an absolute monarch in his mind; crowned with technology, crowned with frail trust, and crowned with the remote.10

And as the world moved on mechanically, he made sure to be the only one controlling the people’s fates. With a glimmer in his eyes, he made sure to take advantage of all he could.11

Yet…unknown to this world, there was one alongside its edges.12

Bright and ecstatically exuberant, everyone was out celebrating life. The trees were decked with brilliant blooms. The streets were hollowed with magnificent lights, hologram lights that hung and danced to the orchestra’s ongoing music. Thousands of violins, cellos, flutes, basses, bases, guitars, trombones, trumpets, and decorative maple scented smells of the sounds…everyone was spreading their love for the world.13

There were arches and arches tumbling with naturally made sweets among the flowers for whoever crossed by on their way. The homes that hung from the large trunks of the trees were closed up as the people flooded out to greet the night that was absolutely alive with cheer and festivity.14

A large feast was beheld for all those that stopped by. Everyone took their pick until they were close to being full, and on they went again. They walked, they spoke, and went back home if they wanted to. The sun did not exist as it used to. It was a bit farther off, and there was more time for dreams. The world was flat, the sun shared by all. The love was plentiful and caring.15

And beside this world of carefree joy was our world.16

Wars and peace. Love and hate. Day and night.17

We revolved around halves of happiness and depression.18

We encountered love and heart break.19

We delivered life and cried to death.20

We encountered a balance of dismayed frowns and gladdened smiles.21

And no one made a single peep if they had seen the two worlds, because they thought they did…but they never had. 22

They were only dreams.