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| This piece has no plot. Written some time in the very early morning, about four in the morning, it is only a continuos stream of images which were taken directly from my imagination. I was listening to some music on headphones at the time too. The first sentence describes my mood perfectly. |
| I feel very wistful. There is a breeze blowing across my face. It is strong, and yet miraculously gentle. I can sense an up and down motion as this incredible, quiescent emotion sweeps through me. For the first time, I open my eyes.
The endless blue sea stretches out all around me, straining to touch the sky at the horizon. I am sitting at the back of a small sloop. The strong wind fills the sails and is pulling me along the surface of the water. The boat’s surf is running away from the boat, colliding haphazardly into various waves. As I sail along the water, I look up into the pale blue sky. There are only a few scattered clouds high in the air. I train my eyes on one particularly large patch of cloud and as I pass underneath it, I feel the world shift. Standing now, I see the cloud grow bigger as I approach it. I let my limbs relax and feel gravity tuck them to my sides. The cloud now fills my field of vision but I don’t move. I can’t see the sky, only the white underbelly of this giant floating cotton ball of a cloud. And then, I’m inside. There’s no real feel to it. I pull my arms away from my body, attempting to catch some of the cloud in my palms. It slips through my fingers as it parts and lets me ascend higher, through it. I look down, but can barely see my own body due to the density of the mist. I have lost all sense of direction. I let my hands fall back to my sides and continue to savor the cloud’s gray color, its imagined softness, and its protective feel. -> |
Then as I continue to ascend, I exit through the cloud’s ceiling. The sun is directly in front of my. I feel warm. I am aware of every single cell in my body, heating and relaxing. The fireball in the sky is golden, and from my vantage point I see the boundless ocean beneath me reflect the sun’s light in one long wavy ray along its surface. Mimicking the ocean, the ceiling of the cloud glow with a soft, wan yellow color.
Looking out into the void between sky and sun, I feel as though not even gravity can hold me. I hover there for a while, in perfect stillness above the winds. Not a hair on my head sways. I patiently wait for the sun to fall, linking itself with the ocean’s beckoning golden runway. For the only time in the day, the sky will obey the Earth, and the sun comes to rest on the ocean top. I suddenly dive. Swooping out the sky like a hawk, I fall into the clouds—now darkened by the lack of light—and emerge underneath. Here, where the winds rule, I fall towards the ocean’s runway. Faster and faster, I hurtle towards the intersection until I land on the horizon and blast into the fiery water. Again I feel the world shift, and without changing positions, I am standing. Around me I see only flashes of color, infinite shades of red and yellow. Crimson, ruby, and scarlet are all mixed together in a dancing display with a pure hue of yellow and lightning quick, cackling bursts of ivory. My skin feels hot now, like an ember itself. There is no pain, only heat. I walk forward, out of the flame, and come upon a round clearing the middle of a large woodland area. Scorched earth is beneath my feet and between my toes. It feels unlike dirt or mud. It feels dead. Encircling the clearing are thick tree trunks. I have to crane my neck to see their branches, and when I do, I notice the sky is completely obscured by the living, green canopy. I am taken aback by the imposing disparity of the place I am in. |