A/N: Hm, I don't really think this is counted as a fanfic but oh well, I believe no one wil read it anyway.

Inspiration from "I wondered lonely as a cloud" by William Wordsworth. Its a beautiful poem about solitude.

Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine..? I bet this doesn't even seem like a fanfic.

I wondered lonely as a cloud.


I wandered lonely as a cloud.


Wondering, about the things of the Earth, the World, the Universe. How big it is and how insignificant I am. Oh, how the beauty disparages me.


Wandering the great sand dunes, coated with the grey of shadows, I thought. I thought about the comfortable shade and how it was pleasant to the likes of me.


Humans, they are like daffodils. They sway to the wind that blows them apart. They sway and sway, until they can take it no more and they explode, into a cloud of beautiful, small daffodils. That's the power they have. They are able to leave impressions, memories of their existence. More of like, they want to. It's part of their primordial instinct.


I, am like a rose. I believe in my beauty and my ability to inflict that torturous beauty on others. I gaze at their pathetic faces as they try to reach to a being of my height. I watch them and I laugh as their bodies bleed from the stress they put on themselves. That lust is part of their weak 'instincts'. It is amusing.


Humans are beautiful. They exist on beautiful, lush grasslands. Swaying to the spring breeze, they ripple along with the grass they live on. They have routines, choices. Although they cannot decide what their fate is, they can decide what decides their fate. They can decide to be beautiful.


Humans are ugly. They are filled with greed, lust - desires. All etched into the crevices of their despicable hearts over thousands of years. Yes, humans are weak and disgusting creatures. They claw at what they cannot be, they claw at the painful thorns of beautiful roses, desperately trying to get at them, even if their fingers bleed and rot. Yes, they are that pathetic.


I…envy. I envy those creatures, as powerless as they can be, I envy them. No, I am jealous. Jealous of their hearts, their choices, jealous of everything that makes them 'human'.


I despise weaklings. I despise herbivores that can't even see their own foolish mistakes and try so hard to plunge themselves further into Misery's depth. I detest humans. I detest their reckless choices, useless emotions and their helpless sufferings.


A cloud I am, I drifted across a crowd of daffodils. Packed as they were, they were unique in each existence. I could see the fireflies gathering around them. Perhaps, I grew to love that simple beauty with my twisted, non-existent heart. Perhaps, one day, I shall attain that beauty too...?


A storm cloud that brings restlessness and fear, I drifted above the brittle daffodils. So packed they were, it was disgusting. With my left hand, I held a bolt of lightning. With my right, I commanded rain. I grew to hate the struggling weak, the helplessness that was tainting the world that was to be mine. No, this world was mine and will forever be. I smile and command for them to bid goodbye to their world. It would be mine soon...

A/N: I always wanted to write something like this, seeing as there are alot on fanfiction. Can you guess the perspectives? Kinda vague though. (Actually I haven't decided who the two people are XD But the one without italics is definitely Aizen. Definitely.)