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.