You think that I’ve changed? You think that I’m no longer the man I once was? You think that I’m no longer me? Well, you’re only half-correct. You see, I’m not really all that different. I haven’t really changed. My name is still the same, I just prefer a new one. My body is still the same, I just look different. My soul still has the same goals, just the motives are different. You say I’ve changed, but I haven’t. Sure, my outside shell has. I no longer look the same. I no longer talk the same. I no longer act the same. I, however, am still I. I, the definition of me, hasn’t changed.
You see me as a mere twinkle of my former self. A speckle of star dust in a large cluster of solar systems. You look at me as this speck . As this insignificant piece of your universe. A speck of your universe, of my body, that used to be so large, so vast. You look at me and wonder why. Why did this happen? Why did I have to do this? Why was I hiding this? You look at me, this speck of star dust, in pure disgust. I no longer live up to your visions. I no longer embody what you want me to be. You, not I, controlled me before. You made this solar construct of complex systems. A construct of stars, planets, moons, and dust. You viewed me ad this complex construct. You did. Not I.
So, I decided to collapse this construct. I broke it. I destroyed it. I revealed the truth. I controlled it. This construct of complex stars, planets, moons, and dust is now rendered to that of my view. Of my interpretation. Of my construct. That construct was not me. It was merely a shell. A shiny outer coat to house and cover me from the dark and cold reaches of the space you surrounded me in.
This elaborate scheme to confuse me. This coat of warmth and complexity. This construct. You constructed it. You did this. You brought upon an image of me that you saw through blind eyes. These blind eyes could only see the construct. The coat. A shell. But when the construct collapsed. When the stars imploded. When the planets collided. When the moons shattered. When the dust fell. You saw. You saw for the very first time. You saw the speck. Your blind eyes saw the truth. Your blind eyes rejected it. Your blind eyes became a void of falsehood. A void where your construct fell.
So now, I’m just a speck. The dust. The speck I always was. But you can’t see me. You can’t imagine me. You can’t understand me. You think I’ve changed. You think I’m different. You think I’m no longer the same. Your thoughts are wrong. For now you, as you only could, see lies and deceit brought upon you by yourself and the construct you made. I’m no different. I have no change in me. I am still the same. I’m still the same. No difference. The same speckle of dust. The insignificance I have always been, to you.