IT

IT fumbled. Rummaged. Searched and delved into ITs vague memories. What was happening really?
What was the hollowness? And did it really matter?
No man is an island?
Or like a friend had once commented- "We're borne alone, we'll die alone"
There was no way to know.
Tomorrow would be a new day.
In tomorrow lay hope and all the forgotten hits and misses.

Tomorrow unveiled.
The sun still rises in the east.
No one would wait for IT. Nature would continue its usual cycle, its natural miracle.
Its tragedy would only be bore by ITself.
Do not ask for more. Restrain- wish for no more. Never beg for more.
Tomorrow would be a new day.
Do not be left behind.

Tomorrow continued to unveil itself.
The sun rises in the east.
Sometimes it hides behind those white fluffy cotton.
Sometimes it is beaten by dark ominous husk.
The sun is still in the east.
Did IT see the sun?
Did it matter that IT did not see the sun?
Did it matter that only IT did not see anything at all?
Did it matter that IT remained hidden in the safe cocoon. Huddling, cuddling to the familiar soft shell?

IT looked to the sky.
IT wanted to feel the warmth and sense the yellow.
Where?
and How?
Did it really matter?
How to make it not matter, IT wondered.

IT banished all thoughts- it did not matter whether IT should be alone or whether IT could survive.
IT could not try. IT should not need a chance.
IT should not compel, IT should not torture.
Never torture.

With a wary yawn. It was time to retreat. Stretch and curl.
Into the soft cocoon IT went.
Slumber. Security.