Music of originality is dead, books of imagination are burned. Where is the creativity? It was thrown away by the need to be the same. In this world, everyone is special therefore no one is. All the beautiful original plays that ran broadway and were loved by all because of the sheer brillance of it, were replaced by tv shows like American Idol. There is nothing in this world that is it's own anymore. There were shadows that once applauded us for our ability to have and show amazing emotion. They were the keepers of the arts. They recorded everything that was new and different. They kept in their never ending rows of files records of conversations between mothers and daughters, arguments as well as peace treatys between people. The shadows had the first form of artwork ever painted, the first book ever written, and the first thoughts ever given. How extraordinary these shadows are! These amazing things have been here since the dawning of time! Our own little audience that will never leave us, and when that audience applaudes us in our own creativity of our words, it sounds like butterfly wings, beating against the soft winds that pushes our hair behind us.
But, what happens when we lose our ability to create? What happens then to our audience when the curtain closes and the play is finally at an end? Why, they leave just like we would after and ending to a movie. They wave to say goodbye, and they leave us. Who would expect them to stay and get bored with us turning out to be exactly like everyone else? Why, that would just downright rude to even suggest such a thing!
The question now is, when do they leave? Perhaps when the burning of books comes because we have no use for them anymore, or maybe it's when the pill that takes away all emotion comes out as doctors tell their patients that it's not good to feel. No, it has to be way before that time. One by one the shadows dissapear with the dissapearance of creativity. Some stay until the pill, then leave because there is nothing else to see. The worse thing about it is with the pill, the art of curiosity is gone so no one trys to figure out what's wrong.
The shadows are gone, and nothing can be done about it
Unless.....
~END~ (for now)