Ideas

It is so simple to create an idea out of the abstract.

They possess details like a butterfly’s wings.

Perfection matching layers of skin examined under a microscope.

Beauty like that of a flower with morning dew.

During the formation no other form or object disturbs us.

We breathe and feel our little creation.

So chaste and untouched.

Excitement fills us from our heart and radiates to the rest of ourself.

And then comes along a fact or a friend who says, “oh that? Its already been done…”

Emotions cease to understand each other. Do I smile or freeze?

And alone one wonders if the same idea would’ve been different had I tried it out.

Or would it be a copy of what exists.

Death. You may know when its coming. But you'll never be ready for it. Ever.