via Daily Prompt: Illusion
What if we were illusions?
Ghosts, slipping through worlds, stars, spiral galaxies.
What if we slurred, swirled, swept constellations together?
Like how we are tied.
What if I built us a universe?
Planets would spin in drunken hazes, for there’s beauty in chaos.
What if we were dreams?
Sliding across landscapes, swiping wands in the air to make magic.
What if we were magic?
What if we were made of stardust and silver?
What if we were immortal?
What if we flew with the delicacy of butterfly wings?
Moths only come out at night, but they’re always striving for the light.
We wouldn’t have to strive.
But that’s only an illusion, right?
Some days, I feel like we were built to suffer.
Is “toughen up” your only answer?
Are you not as weak as me?
Are you woven of crescendos, rather than decrescendos?
Are you built of Allegro, while I am merely Largo?
Are you incapable of a ritardando?
You revolve in circles around me.
I merely wish to join your orbit.
Rallentando, rallentando, rallentando…
I was not made like you.
I am an illusion.
We ghosts are not meant to interact with goddesses like you.