Musings of a Demigod
A Song of Myself

I am the deepest black imaginable
I am every color in the world mixed and swirled and crammed together
I have seen times when the world is bright and good friends all laugh together
When a person’s world comes crashing down on them and nothing seemed to be without even a hint of black in it
When restless children moan and groan and fidget in the seats that confine them, hoping for time to flit by in an instant
When people’s lives all but end after losing one dear to them
When others hope to one day atone for all the grief they have caused
I have heard the furtive whispers of those in school, even when there shouldn’t be
Heard the screams of those hearing a hated song
Heard the giggles and shouts from a pair of best friends
Heard a raging fire demolishing the lives of three soon-to-be orphans
I have experienced the euphoria of winning a softball championship
As well as the embarrassment of coming in last
I have been to sleepover parties that weren’t sleepover parties
Lands in which a mere thought can bring anything to life, and the impossible is almost certain
Varying places in which hopes and dreams are crushed, and the cruel prosper
But also those of life, love, and happiness, where troubles are but trifles
I know that the universe in itself is neither “good” nor “bad”
And that life, in the end, is life—and that life is defined by the person who lives it