The Beautiful

First there was nothing.

Then . . . there was
everything

You said there were many paths to happiness,” she continued

Forget all this, child. Live your life apart from this wretched world

Damn it, don’t cry,” she yelled over her shoulder. “There’s nothing to cry about.

No, it wasn’t madness.

It was pride.

Pride at playing to a crowd, like a revered actor on a stage.

Death leads to another garden.

To thine own self, be true

The devil only knows why

The greater the anger, the more destructive its force.

But Bastien had learned as a boy to notice things most mortals would overlook.

You are mine forever