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| Yeah, I finished it. by mrs. johnson 02/18/2003, 3:18am PST | ||||
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| He continues to walk, passing trees and roads. He looks into the night sky and sees a few dim stars. They wink at him and giggle. He continues to look for his name, scanning the ground. He looks for his age by touching each passing bush. He dances once in a while, and hopes to know how tall he is. These things matter. These things are substance to his life. Their relative place in his world is his true identity. He sees a full moon, and he knows again that it is always full. He walks on.
Suddenly, he reaches equilibrium and stops. He faces left and sees a two story house. The truth disrobes and beckons him with a finely lacquered finger. He approaches the house and grasps the handle, knowing that the door is never locked. Once inside, he can smell the finality of his quest and he bounds happily upstairs. Once on the second floor, he sees light peeking out from a door and he approaches it reverently. With a gentle shove, the door opens and a brilliant light shines out. He walks into this light and feels the truth surround every cell in his body. He knows now. He truly can feel and manipulate the truth. He keeps on walking forward, but now he is rising. His body glowingly rockets into the heavens and he knows that the sky has always and will always be dark. This truth chokes the world that he once lived on and it obeys. His age is found. It is the sum of all ages. His height is measured. It is every height. His name is realized. The sky glows with his ascent. the mrs. |
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Yes. More. by 02/18/2003, 2:16am PST  Yeah, I finished it. by 02/18/2003, 3:18am PST Re: Yeah, I finished it. by 02/18/2003, 4:00am PST |
