Eyes, once molten red with love, and autumn with affection, now stare, stained black as coal and night and the darkness that is Hell itself.
A guardian angel cast down to be a demon amongst devils.
This has become the fate. This is the world now. Nothing can change it. Nothing.
But, nothing is a something...
Therefor something CAN change it.
Sometimes they sit alone and ponder and question and wonder. They come to rash decisions, but all make sense to them. Perhaps, if the music of the heavenly angels truly did speak out to them, there is a chance...
The only thing "nothing" is, in its definitive form, is the physical act of writing it. Nothing more. Nothing "itself" is the absence of something. So...you can't change what isn't there, unless you're looking to change the words around a bit, like: "onthing", which makes it the definitive word.
ReplyDeleteAnd angels don't owe anyone, anything, unless it is to mark a path. We have enough of the path to make it well enough on our own dude :)