Rising
I was Alive
I was alive once, you know. Long ago. Long before you or anyone else was born.
Don’t ask me how I know this. Not even I understand sometimes and that sometimes is most of the time, especially now that everything has changed. It is one of the simple truths that you know and have known for as long as you can remember; just as humans simply know to breath when they need to, I know that I am as old as the earth itself, the dirt beneath the feet of the oldest herders and the tallest trees in the largest forests. But this is a beautiful way of describing me—describing us, for we have all been here just as long. There is nothing poetic about us. There never has been.
Don’t ask me how I know this. Not even I understand sometimes and that sometimes is most of the time, especially now that everything has changed. It is one of the simple truths that you know and have known for as long as you can remember; just as humans simply know to breath when they need to, I know that I am as old as the earth itself, the dirt beneath the feet of the oldest herders and the tallest trees in the largest forests. But this is a beautiful way of describing me—describing us, for we have all been here just as long. There is nothing poetic about us. There never has been.