Supernova and Invisible Girl
Ever came across Arthur Clarke’s "The Star?"
It tells of a Jesuit who saw the most beautiful star, only to witness it burst into flames and self-destruct in front of him - a supernova. This very incident had him start questioning his faith - how could God create something so beautiful, so wonderful, only to destroy it afterwards?
I have my own supernova. And though I do not, and will never, question my faith, I am, right now, questioning love. Why all these peaks and valleys - only to get a heartbreak in the end? Funny, when you think about it - that God is all too powerful, but even he can’t force any of us to love him. I guess there’s no superbeing who can really force anyone to fall in love with him. Or stay in love, for that matter.
I’m secretly hoping that one day he’d realize that it’s me, after all. So shoot me.
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So this is how death feels like. Does Invisible Girl just disappear everytime someone breaks her heart?
I wish I was Invisible Girl. I never thought I’d see the light of day when I’d crunch myself into a fetal position. As if I would vanish when I do so.
I. Want. To. Be. Invisible.
"Le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît pont."
(The heart has reasons that Reason does not know) - Blaise Pascal
