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“Come on boy wake up,” quickly exclaimed an old, wise voice.
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“Come on boy!”
“rmmm”
“At least you’re alive.”
“What, who are you? Where am I?”
“Anywhere you want to be.”
“Why?”
“Well just open your eyes and see what can’t be seen.”
He opened his eyes to see, nothing. Everywhere was as black as a moonless night. He felt weightless, no sounds could be heard. Nothing existed. Nothing but me, but where is this?
“Anywhere you want.”
“Who are you?”
“Come on think of something. You can’t just float around forever.”
An image of a great tree entered his mind. Suddenly, with a load popping noise, a large, majestic tree was a few meters from him. He looked at it in surprise. He tried to walk towards it but stayed where he was. He couldn’t move. He was just floating.
“Well at least you’ve got something up and about. Now how about some ground. You need some of that to walk on don’t you.”
Just as suddenly as the tree, soft grass appeared, but only in a patch that connects him to the tree. He smiled as it tickled his bare feet. Next he thought of crimson, navy, mauve, rose, and peach coloured flowers. He could smell the sweet aroma of his flowers as he started to walk through the grass. He sat under the tree and looked up.
“Yeah that’s right you haven’t created a sky yet either.”
“Why am I creating everything?”
“Why? Hmmm…. Well I’ll tell you once you’ve finished this scene.”
He created a crystal blue sky, white, puffy, marshmallow like clouds. A forest filled with life. White and brown rabbits, deer, wolves, and bird of all shapes an sizes. He realized that it was sunny out but without a sun. That’s what I need. Suddenly the sun had appeared just like everything else had. He was proud of himself, but he still felt as if something was missing. His shifted his brain into high gear and made it work hard. He started thinking that if anyone else where there they would see smoke.
“Sorry boy but you can make anything but that.”
“What is it that I’m trying to make?”
“You are all so alike, but yet so different.”
“What are you talking about? You also haven’t told me where I am.”
“Well this place isn’t finished is it?
“Well if you tell me what I’m missing then I can make it too, right?”
“Well at least half of it. If you do make it, it won’t have a soul.”
“Soul? Why not?”
“Well it would be just like all the wonderful animals you’ve created here.”
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“Images of your own imagination, boy. That’s all they are. Figments…they act because you’ve seen them act that way. Unfortunately for you, you will never find what you’re looking for. It never existed here. It never will.”
As if on cue, the life that he had created was gone. Nothing was left but the empty space. He floated again. He tried to fly around but only ended up in circles. He made noises but none came. He pinched himself, but no pain. He thrashed, screamed, but it was nothing.
Hours sped by like mere seconds. Days felt like weeks. Weeks like minutes. No time present, but it was still felt. It was still there like a cloud. Couldn’t be seen, couldn’t be heard but always there.
He relaxed knowing there was no hope of leaving. He decided to start to relive his life since there was nothing else to do. He remembered life as a child. Being taken care of by barbarians, and left alone by those that loved him.
His mind drifted again to a snowy day. The clouds over head were a nasty shade of grey. The banks of snow so high that he couldn’t see over them and no one could see him. He ran down the path trying to catch up with the person who was nearing the outskirts of the village. He hat flew off but he didn’t stop. His scarf flew wildly around in the air. He could remember the strong winds chewing away at his face. He caught up to the person and grabbed a hold on one of the legs. Don’t go, he could remember saying. Why do you have to go, you just got back home?
The man’s leg that he grabbed gently kicked him off. A hand was felt on his head. It ran through his hair slowly. A tear could be felt landing on his head. Arms encircled him, and then squeezed tightly. He felt something was wrong, he knew something was going to happen. The man didn’t let go of him. More tears fell on his head.
He looked up to see a face that was usually tough. It seemed to have broken. It looked sad and fearful instead of stone. Tears filled the cracks of the aged face. He looked to be fifty years of age, but reality was the man was only twenty-five. He hugged the man, and held him as tightly as he could. He didn’t want to let him go.
“Be brave my son, you will know all of this soon enough.”
“But Father, what does it all mean. Can’t you tell me?
“No son, unfortunately you have to do this on your own. Even though I want to help you and tell you it will be alright…I…I need to go.”
The man let go of him. The man stood and left. He stood there in the snow waiting for the man to return. Day after day. Month after month. Soon it was year after year, until he thought he was abandoned. Soon he forgot about everything. He forgot even the fact that his father cried for him that day, and was leaving for him to survive. Soon he became a secretary for a rich company in town. He enjoyed the job. It was had nothing to do with his father. It had nothing to do with his life.
“I live by that rule. Never do anything that your father did and you will stay alive.”
“Yes, yes I know that’s what you think. Be kind to everyone. Take all the punishment and give nothing of it back. Never steal… Yes we all know about that. Here’s the question, is it what you truly believe in, boy?”
“Yes, and that’s the only way I’m going to live.”
“Fine then but know this…well there’s nothing to know since you’re going to live that way.”
“What do you mean? You’ve been talking in riddles forever. Can’t you give me a straight answer?”
“No, unfortunately you have to do this yourself. No one can help you.”
“Why? Why? Why does everyone have to leave me alone!”
“Now that, my friend, is the answer to everything.”
“Tell me you stupid voice! Tell me what I need to know!”
“No.”
“Why?...Why not tell me?”
“Hey you’re getting the hang of this! Good, now off you go. You’re going to wake up soon and I think you need your spirit back.”
“What?! What in earth are you talking about?”
“Goodbye, till we meet again.”
 Rosalinda Plaisance · Wed Oct 22, 2008 @ 10:41pm · 0 Comments |
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