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The mist filled my nose and suddenly I was God. I was no longer merely *human.* I knew too much to be a man anymore. I saw too much. I controlled too much. I was too much... and I could feel it fading away quickly. All of the world - no, the universe - was clay in my hands. I knew intrinsically that if I willed it, I could change anything. The sun would grow to consume the earth if I wanted. I could make every murderer suffer the same fate as their victims.
But I also knew that if I let go of this breath, all of that would leave me. I'd return to what I was. Only moments had passed since I'd been God, but the feeling of being more was so profound that they felt more real than the 20 years of life I'd lived before that moment. Why had I come here? Why had I become God? My life was so small in comparison to all that I observed now... I had wanted something though.
The memory struck me - struck divinity - like a gong, the pain of my memory flooded throughout creation in ripples of destruction. They were undone a moment later at my will. I'd taken the power of all things so save her. A single life. The way I saw her now was seemingly detached from my pain. I was God. I knew everything, and as I looked at her corpse... Bones, simple carbon and calcium... blood, iron and water. I was God and she was dead, and even if I made a new her. One that knew all she did and was exactly like her in every way. Something I knew I could do. I knew she wouldn't be *her.*
I almost let go. Then I almost took out my rage on everything that existed. Then I understood all was for nothing. I couldn't save her, so nothing really mattered at all. I was all there was, and I had nothing at all.
Before my breath released, I made a single change. The form of her face in stone which would never fade. She would be the last of all things to exist, yet she'd never truly be back... Then I let go. The power flushed from me and the last of my Godhood was channeled into a thousand tiny miracles across the world. A girl's foot healed. A scholar was chosen for a school he loved, despite wealth and circumstance. A child breathing again when their mother thought all was lost... then I was human. And I was empty. Not for my lack of divinity, but for the lack of my love.