We are your ideas

A man faced the vast ocean ahead of him, watching the sun slowly rise. He looked up, deciding to speak his mind to whoever decided to listen to him.

"You know... It's strange being here... Knowing that some day... All of this... It could just disappear. Like that."

The man snapped his fingers.

"I'm just words. Being written out as my beliefs... My ideas... My very sentences are being written as I speak them... The words I speak aren't my own but of someone simply pouring his mind onto the screen before him."

The man looked down toward the cold depths of the ocean below the cliff he sat upon, staring deep into it. Seeing strange reflections.

"Almost like I am just ideas. An experiment. A piece of a soul... There are many others just like me. Only words. But more than words themselves. Every single person made of these words is a part of someone. Their happiness. Their rage. Their sadness. Even their depression."

The man slowly stood up and walked toward an old tree. His hand touched its bark, touching it and watching the leaves fall.

"Some of those people are only around to help another cope with how life is really turning out for them. And when they are alleviated of their worries, they vanish. They're forgotten. Never to be seen again."

The man faced toward the cliff again, speaking out to the air and to whoever was listening to him.

"Let me tell you a story. There was a boy. He was never the brightest. Never the strongest or the bravest. He was considered slow by his teachers. And this was made known to his peers. It only made his social skills slower. But his heart... His heart could make anyone smile. His mother always told him that he had a bigger heart than anyone she had ever met... But then she made a bad decision. A dark path. Pills. The boy didn't know what was happening. As he grew older, his heart grew bigger. He would offer it to many people. But they would only break it and scatter it to be taken with the breeze. His heart would always come back however. Bigger and stronger than ever. The boy then grew to be a man. He was considered an outcast by his peers. Nobody wanted to talk to him. Nobody noticed him. He wanted to be a writer. A creator. All he did was write. And he never shared his writing with anyone. But this man eventually found others like him. They would share their ideas and writings, making stories and creating new and exciting characters to put in them. The man was happy. But he still felt alone. Separated from the real world."

The man allowed the breeze to wash over him, filling him with a wonderful coldness. He continued.

"Even when his day is at its absolute worst, he sat down and poured his ideas into his computer. He could create an entire world and fill it up with an entire world. People. Souls. And at any moment, he could choose to end it by simply forgetting about us and moving on. But he never did. He grew to love his creations and for them to love him back. No matter how terrible he felt, he continued. He wanted to be happy. To have his ideas become real or known to everyone."

The man stared behind him, staring at the empty grassy plains beyond the oak tree.

"He loved the people he created and loved showing his ideas to the other creators. The man received adoration. He collected comments from people, offering their own words to him. It filled him with pure joy. The man lives today, continuing his work... His creations... and sharing them, in hopes that people will grow to love him and that he could love them in return."

The man smiled.

"Even if your day isn't at its best... Even when everything seems cold and dark... Don't forget us. We are your creations. We are what makes you... Well... You."

The man watched as the world around him slowly disappeared. He stared down at his hands, watching them fade into the nothingness.

"We love you... The incomplete thoughts... The unfinished inspiration... The forgotten... And the wasted. We love you..."

The man was gone, his words had been spoken, the thoughts of the one above in these words. His task was complete.