When Worlds Collide

Such a small thing. Such an insignificant detail we forgot. Just that tiny breath of air in between. We were all waiting for it but we didn’t know.
Then it all came crashing.

Two giants spheres in the sky, two astronomical planes of existence clatter and gush their innards everywhere in a spark of something so tiny and so little that we see each other crossing paths. We see the past creak up, we see the foundation of our lives turn into something it once was, a place of harrowing guts and terror.
Peace is long gone here, the treacherous paths, the tiny little walkways we made for ourselves, the balancing act we kept so tightly and so constantly—we let it go.
And then it all came crashing.

What smashed us wasn’t the world’s end or a catastrophe. It was the tiniest of messages, a little blip in our consciousness, a startling realization that a dot over there was connected to a dot over here; spraying a chaotic line throughout the entirety of our lives, drawing haunting parallels we did not foresee, nor fully understand the ramifications of.
We stepped by, tip-toeing through, hoping that life doesn’t catch up with us, dancing as elegantly as mice on a battlefield, towering over nothing, claiming nothing.
And yet it all comes crashing.

What an end we have. What a joyous little celebration we endure while it lasts. What a close call. Why, oh why, do we breathe? Because sometimes, we experience moments when our worlds collide. Because sometimes we see the small uninteresting things become meaningful, become huge. Because sometimes the world warrants an extra look.
Because sometimes the world comes crashing.