Bay of pigs

Right across the Sun, isolated in the vast nothingness of space, life erupted.Into solitude. Which finally became an option. Worms turned to the amazing, brilliant being that you are today. You splash, hit, run, feel, drop. You enjoy your little piece of Universe. No matter where, when and why you are at ease with yourself.
But as a human you are supposed to support the evolution. Do you? As isolated as you are you seem to have turned against your own. You make a rule. Everyone is different, but so alike from the outside. The very outside. So now, because you are so very different, you have to make sure that no one will ever even try to match you. That's why you build a cubic box, made of crystal. You make sure it has no entrance, nor exit. So there you are! Standing! Admiring the very geniality or stupidity of the environment you left. But somehow you get bored. All that admiring is not enough. It's you the one that should be admired. So you put your mind at work and you begin shinning. First like a far, far away star. Then for no reason you may fail into moon pale. But in the end you'll shine like the sun. You are the very cubic sun.

"Napalm. Napalm is jelly. Pudding, a very organic pudding, you may say. But careful! You may burn yourself, as it is very flammable!"

A wish for leukemia

Straight road laid ahead, as he was walking through the shivering, cold rain. There was no moon, no nothing to reveal his path, but only those so yellow fugitive lights starring four meters above him. And, of course, the one that cars made passing by. Passing, passing, like the beat of a song. He had the power to stop this song. Only if, as a butterfly, he would've jumped to the light, adding spice, drama to the melody. Turning the monotonous life of that other one into excitement, forcing that brain of him to finally produce the right amount of adrenaline...but he didn't.
Despite the rain there still were citizens going down and up the street. Machines looking straight ahead, never stopping to admire the glittering powder of a rainbow. Beautiful women for whom he was falling in love, for everyone which he saw. Sparks in a barrel of gunpowder, a total mess that mechanism was. A reversed watch, always going for an hour or two and then suddenly turning back. The battle for England right above his head.
Now you may see him running between pools, sometimes splashing himself and the others with that dirty water. A game that others were just dreaming. You could've seen the drops of water floating here and there if you would've stopped the time. And that he did.