The sixth day

Diary this morning I woke up for the first time in my life. When I woke up I had a revelation of sorts. The idea came to me slowly, really slow because by the time i got the idea to form in my head it was lunch. My my where does time go…

That was the idea that took me so long to form. I have a theory about time and what happens to it, but it came with a high price…

On an island deep in the ice of Antarctica time is. It just is. It doesn’t move forward or backward, but does both and also is totally stopped. So it is, isn’t, could be, and should be, but always is. One might think that I am just talking in circles but isn’t that what we all do when we ourselves don’t fully understand an idea when first presented with one. Its funny to think that an island is in ice, but here I stand on solid ground with blue grass under foot. Ok so this is not your typical island, for it is totally encircled by ice. Down on it you would not think it was ice up there because its so high up that it just looks like the blue sky never any clouds. On top of a nicely sized knoll of blue grass and one tree that reminds me of the lorax tree from Dr.Seuss's book. It has yellow and red boughs, with a sturdy neon blue branches and trunk. While standing on this wonderful knoll I am looking down at the expansive, and vividly colored landscape. Rolling fields of blue grass and for some weird reason brown, tan, and a dark and dirty red flowers seem to take up my immediate view. Behind that a forest of these lorax like trees plus some others that I would have to be closer to to explain in any detail, but mostly the bright blue trunked lorax tree. The forest has an interestingly eerie glow to it that I would guess is derived from the trunks of the loraxish tree. Now that I think of it the only way that this place is getting any light is from the trees, plants, and something off in the distant that is almost like a sun, but never moves. Turning around to look behind me I see more fields of the reversely colored flowers, and it turns into sand dunes after only a few miles. These dunes are well as you can guess by now not normal. They pretty much look to be a mixture of well as cliché as it is to say this, all the colors of the rainbow, or better yet every spectrum of color you could imagine and more that just blow your eyes out. Now I know that there is a beach at the end of those endless miles of sand, and a sea that is the darkest blue I have ever seen, as if it were part of the depths of the ocean. Now back to the forest cause its only forward from this point not back. After the forest there is what seems to be a mountain range, but how could that even get here?…

Well with an uneasy step I set off towards the bright light, but yet the grass doesn’t bend or stir under my feet, however odd that is I press on. Walking on top of plants cause they don’t yield to my weight is an odd phenomenon to be sure, but yet it is happening no less. Now that I have a closer look at these ugly in color, but beautiful in shape flowers I realize that it may be odd for them to be brown but not so odd as to make one just write them off as not worthy of praise. No they are more beautiful than any orchid that the world could offer. They are shaped like cursive letters each peddle a unique shape and form sprouting in every direction. Now not to forget the deep red flowers that seem to be more amazing than anything yet. With a humble shape of a deep red heart they all seem to capture what simple beauty can be, but its what is at the center of the heart that captures my attention. Gems blood red in color and cut with a master diamond cutters hand. After spending some time trying to pry one out I gave up cause like everything else they were un yielding to my whims. So carefully i moved on towards the glowing forest of blue, or blue forest as I unimaginatively called it.

Once in I stared out at the bright blue emanating off of every trunk except one, and this one was a dull orange glowing trunk with transparent foliage. By now the surprise is starting to wear off, but none of the grandeur of this little Eden has worn out. Continuing down through the forest, I am sure it was down Because there was a slight decline in my forward motion hiding the mountain from my view. Each step I took is only one more to take on the return trip if I decide to go back, but what could make me want to go back. A couple of hours into my trek I felt what I thought was the wind changing direction, but it must have stopped or was blocked by the trees cause I never felt it. Further in I noticed a sound behind me like of feet hitting the ground, but i never saw anyone. So I kept on moving. The quieter I got the noise did the same. Turning around after about an hour of being followed I hoped to catch what or whom was following me “hah” I yelled out but there was nothing but a dull glow of blue. About fifteen minutes later I herd behind me “hah” and at that I jumped into a small group of trees to hide. Waiting for ten minutes I deemed it safe to leave the small group of trees, but promptly after getting out and walking a few feet the same group of trees shook and shuddered like someone had just jumped into them. I turned around so quickly that I fell over and screamed out “ ahh don’t come any closer” As soon as the words had left my mouth now were being repeated to me out of nowhere. Startled at this I also noticed the grass was soft under my weight not hard and unyielding. My mind slow with all this new information started putting together what had happened. Sleep is a funny thing it hits you when you lest expect it. Right there on the floor of the forest I slept soundly for the first time in well a long while.

Day V…

 

I was just walking around Seattle in another boring day of my life. I spent most of the day around the Seattle science center, which is always fun to do. I love looking down from the top of the Space Needle, when you got the wind gushing through the walking area, and you think man this would be so cool if it was my house. How many time have I thought that; way to many to count. The view from the top is just breath taking, and as always i think that the EMP is one weird looking building, it looks like a huge steamer left by some giant alien dog. Just being able to live here is a dream. Well as 10:30pm rolls around I decide im late for my date with the boob tube. As I always do I have to leave by walking by that great big steamer, but from the Harrison St view. I don’t know why I leave that way; probably habit.

Let me tell you tonight was different, oh boy it was different, and some what left me speechless. Standing on the crosswalk next to the corner of 5th Ave N and Harrison St,I wait for the light to let me walk across without getting killed. Right as it shows the walking man that tells me I can go, I spot a car coming down 5th Ave way to fast, and the traffic on Harrison street is thick. So now I have come to a complete stop in the middle of the crosswalk, and my mind can’t come to grips with whats about to happen here and now. It is an abnormally Dark night tonight, and it is the first rain in two weeks so the roads are slick, why would anyone drive as fast as this one BMW. I wouldn’t know, because I certainly would not. So still standing in the road I realize I need to move, and as I run to the other side I watch the light hoping that it will turn or that the person in the BMW will stop.

Eternity is the best word to describe what I was feeling the moment I heard the tires squealing on the oil slick cement. As I am turning my body to see what is about to unfold I see the traffic from Harrison St finally realize what was going on. More and more people slamming their break pedals to try to stop before colliding into one another. Right as that was taking place the BMW made contact with another car, and I don’t remember what make, because all I could do was watch the destruction as it took its toll. At first impact the forward direction of both vehicles were severely changed to what looked more like a recoil, and spin. Until they hit again, but this time flat on both of there sides like clapping your hands, but with glass shattering, and mettle grinding against mettle. At this point I saw in the BMW the blond hair and face of a little boy just staring from the middle of the intersection, but I only saw him because the two cars had separated enough to see through the shattering glass and bits of plastic flying through the air, as they did their dance of death. I would have to guess that he had been walking on the other crosswalk when the BMW almost hit him, and he probably jumped out of the way not knowing that he had just jumped into traffic. Another collision by the two dancers closed off my view of the boy and my concern for the people in the cars, but with that collision my heart sank to a depth that I don’t think any person should feel; the windshield of the other car broke into who knows how many pieces. It was what was behind the windshield that caused this anguish, for what I now saw was more horrible than anything I have ever seen .

A face if that’s what you want to call it, but it was not a face any more. Battered and brutally bruised  beyond recognition was the face of a teenage girl. Her face matted with blood had her brown hair stuck across it. I thank God that her hair was there, because I would have vomited right there on site if I had seen more. The way that collision threw her this way and that, made my mind spin and my stomach lurch but then, the devil obviously not done with this twisted moment, parted the two cars just in time for me to see that the next collision would have that boy in its grasp……

Waking up in bed with my heart doing cut-time and me screaming out no, is not the way to start out a day. Diary this entry is more about a dream i had that night, because my day was really uneventful. This dream is still haunting me as if I was really there. I have a weird hankerin for some radish.

…Who do we blame the unfortunate disasters on…

…God, the devil, or ourselves…

…There is a war out there, and it goes on every day everywhere…

The tHirD dAy- ActualLy FoUrth

 

Well diary I seem to be missing all of yesterday, hmmm queer isn’t it.

Now for today, because yesterday is all but forgotten, well in my case it is forgotten… To start things out I woke up. At that waking I saw pretty much nothing, herd even less, and felt a cold object by my hand. Ok so this is a very weird situation that Im in when a light is flipped on. There in front of me is a stark white room, that i am seeing through a pain of glass. It seems to me now that im awake I am actually standing, wait no floating in some sort of tube. The warm water caressing my half naked body, it feels like nothing the water is the same temperature as my body so I don’t feel it. Turning to see the rest of the room that my constricted view had glimpsed, I find what I should have made note of, how I was breathing in this tube, for as it seems I had a hose that supplied me with air. Now to confound everything I had just come to know I now saw what seemed to be a human er-a humanoid of sorts. It walked across the seamless white floor, with its reflection taking the same long strides. It stood tall with a high crest on the top of its head. Long arms and legs to match, but dressed lightly in a long draping black lab coat. As it dutifully walked towards the left, the wall nearest exploded into blinding shades of reds, blues, greens, and amongst all that black. When a complex series of patterns blazed by on the wall it went white. Then the creature, that seemed to remind me of something, started to get all twitchy and turn towards me. Now I start panicking, but where do I go, with what do I defend myself if its intentions are for harm. Then I remember the object by my side. Looking down quickly all I see is a radish floating by my side, but I grab it anyways. A weapon can be any object I was once told by someone who obviously meant to do lots of harm in many different ways. As I returned my gaze to the turning creature all I saw now was its face, and deep green eye’s staring at me as I grasp my radish umm weapon. A memory nagging the back of my mind, as I look into those eyes, but it just won’t be remembered. Then as if God finally decided to let a miracle and a little grace come to me the tube opened and ejected me at the feet of the creature…

Standing on my feet half naked I look around only to find myself in my room. Most of the day spent wondering what had happened. I got a break from that tedious thought process, when I went on a hike almost up to Clear Creek falls, but as I was nearing the end of the hike a hole in the earth opened up and blackness enveloped me…

…Warm nothingness caresses my mind…

…In what order do we live our time…

…A memory nagging my mind…

…Only in time…

…The End?…

Day TwO in tHe liFE of me

Well diary here i am and its not even noon yet, yet i stand or sit and type out most of the going ons of my life. This sunday was one of those blasé days, nothing interesting happened, but i will write anyways…

After going through all the strenuous activities of the morning me and my family went to church. The service was enjoyable with the women’s teen-challenge coming over to sing and give testimonies. Well that about sums up church this bright sunny Sunday in D-town. Awe, but now the day picks up a little, also it seems to hold a tint of boredom with it. On the way back from church me and my bro were just enjoying some music and a nice drive when it seems instead of the normal lull of music and high mountain peaks we usually see and hear. There was a dense and dark wood; the high tree boughs didn’t seem to let the light down to the floor, instead a dull green glow lit up the narrow trail we now stood upon with nap-sacs slung over our shoulders. Now as confused as you might think we were, and we were confused, but now it wasn’t chaos but and unearthly calm that settled over us. We could not use our rational minds to figure out where we were all we could do is look back and forth on the path to find out little more than we already knew, we were lost and lost quite good. “ so Micah” is all Caleb said to me, but all i could focus on was my surroundings. Lush shades of green rippled through the air like it was charged with an energy, but i knew this was just the wind moving the high sun soaked boughs. It seemed to me that everything was green not just the light coming from the top of this forest but the dirt and flowers of unimaginable shape and beauty that i was just now seeing. In the background caleb still blabing about something I just could not think of anything else but what I was seeing. The path was straight both in front and behind, and since the trees had no branches except for at the top you could see in all directions. Wondrous creatures on both sides of this path bounded by all with wary eyes upon the two newcomers. One of them that caught my eye had golden fur and very long and vengeful talons. Yet it walked on four slender legs and with each step reflected the ambient green light into a rainbow of sorts, but still within the spectrum of green and gold. Its back had spines slightly covered by its lying fur, and its face was the face of a sorrowful hound that had just shed a bounty of fresh tears for its prey that it had just slaughtered. A dangerously beautiful creature indeed I noted before noticing caleb was now gone. “ hey douche bag are you gunna drive or not?” yelled an impatient Caleb. “what? what!” Said I with really confused about this change in events. “umm now buddy” caleb continued. so we drove home. Upon arriving home I decided to go and call Ger to well tell him about my little day dream, and get him over to hang out, and perhaps we might turn it into a video.

After a good few hours of playing many types of basketball Ger and I decided to take a trip down to the river to cool off. Decidedly this was a great decision for as it were the rest of the day had been a bore. The water was fresh and cold a nice and bitter reminder that life is always moving and refreshing anew the experiences that we face. So after the both of us had thoroughly drenched our heads we decided to follow the river upstream. A decision worth taking back, for when an hour had elapsed we met a king and didn’t forgot where we were. There he sat in his sticker bush throne holding his deep purple radish staff. Watching us standing drenched from head to toe in a icy realization that we were not where we ought to have been, and yet there was the river flowing through his great hall. A dark green glow surrounding us with its intoxicating waves of different shades and hue’s. “Do you remember” the kings voice thundered through my mind like a million explosions. Now the realization hit me. “The green forest, but I thought it was just in my imagination?” I said more to myself than to anyone “ Ger do you see this?” Ger just looked around in stunned astonishment and managed to say “where in the world are we, I mean I know we followed the river, but this looks nothing like Washington!” then the king turned his attention to Ger “why do you doubt that all this is what it is, nay it is not Washington but I call it lothniel my kingdom.” with that said he turned to address us both “ you have been chosen to help free my kingdom from an affliction that is not easily overcome, but you have to save it cause there is no one else left in my kingdom to attempt this” “what is required for this task to be completed my king” I ask for a better understanding. With a smile he sits back down on his thrown and for an instance one short period of time try's in vain to answer me but is over taken by the bush his throne is made of. Dumbfounded I try to make sense of what was just told to me, but alas I can not. looking towards Ger, but seeing that he is in the same predicament as I. “so Ger what do you want to do about this? should we save this kings kingdom or our own hides?” I say to try to lighten up the mood a little. “ well Micah I think that we need to first find our way out of this throne room before we too turn into vines and bush.” states Ger matter-of-factly. Smiling at our humor we proceed to what seems the nearest exit. It is but a dark hole in the side of an unending sticker bush wall, yet it is big enough for two grown men to fit through at the same time. “shall we leave” I ask Ger. With a nod we both step into it and are equally greeted by a nice splash and the feeling of water surrounding us. The Sauk river is a fast moving one but bless God we landed in a slow moving pool near the shore. “wholly shit what just happened” yelped Ger gasping for air as we make for the shore to dry off in the Washington sun. “well Ger I am just as clueless as you are to the Whole matter.”

Yes i know that is hard to believe, but to me it now feels all to real. Oh yeah we did get home and proceeded to play video games and eat junk food, and maybe to get the memory out of our heads… The Green Forest awaits……

A day in the Life of Me

Dear diary:

Today was an interesting day. Well at least it was for me. when i woke up this morning i saw a glimpse of my ceiling, and you might say that is nothing worth reading about; but wait don’t leave I have more to tell. In this glimpse I saw a radish and a lone wanderer. The Lone-Wanderer was standing in a field  of butter cups covered slightly by a mysterious dust that shimmered shades of purple, gray, and aquamarine. In the Lone-Wanderer’s left hand was a radish with the most exquisite royal purple color. “hmm” the Lone-Wanderer said as he stared at the field from his perch on the only bamboolts tree there. “hmm” said the Lone-Wanderer in a slightly higher tone. “this field seems to have very good sound qualities.” the Lone-Wanderer said and he moved on towards the surrounding forest of Gawdnish Thistles, and all the while ignoring the blinding light the dust made when was wafted up by passing through, it combined and exploded burning all of the butter cups. Now though you might think that peculiar that The Lone-Wanderer not notice an explosion; well you would be right in thinking that. In the forest of Gaudnish Thistles the Lone-Wanderer with radish in left hand found what seemed to be a game trail that had recently been torn asunder, probably by a stampede of whatever lived in this forest. With that thought going through our Lone-Wanderer’s mind, and it occurred to the Lone-Wanderer that it would be a good idea to follow this stampedes trail. Further down and still holding the radish that was all the colors of the rainbow our Lone-Wanderer was growing weary of this burden and so sat down on a dry river bed with a babbling brook beside it…… now I say that this was an odd thing indeed to see on my ceiling but what can I say about that, but weird things happen. The next intriguing thing that happened today was around lunch time I went out for my regular walk of the day and was surprised to see someone was following my every foot fall. So I pretended to not notice and trudged on, when I felt a hand upon my back, surprised as I was I could not let on that the tremor in my body was because of this very hand. When i turned around I saw my Brother Josh smiling his cheeky smile, and with a deep sigh i let my shoulders relax and said “ holy canoly boy why did ya do that to me; being all sneaky and such.” “ Hehe” he laughed before speaking “ i just wanted to try out my new ninja skills on you.” “ well you certainly are not a rookie I will give you credit for that.” said I with a brotherly love kind of voice. “ lets get back home before you decide to kill something with your mind” I said while starting the short trek home, with Josh just behind me smiling from ear to ear.

There see diary how life can be interesting. Well most of life can that's for sure, because once i went to work all things interesting stopped and the mundane took over. You do not want me to tell you about that. It is time for bed and a good book, or is it the other way around hmm oh well i will be back tomorrow with hopefully something interesting…