KING
Ahhh, look at the child’s morning eyes gassing up over the steep trenches mounting his feet. It was an obstacle that required immediate overpass, so lowering the hill of cotton made the child’s concentration strike the ground in front of him with fierce aspiration. His body quickly began to flow along with his arm swinging backwards off from the railings that surrounds his sleep haven; while his eyes strolled down toward his toes in midair still tracking the ground, swinging forth two gentle feet like elastics pouncing the marbled floor. In an instant the door gusted open with the rushing bustle pouring his tiny legs downstairs as if a mildly threatening hurricane found its way toward the kitchen. A hot spring flew in his step waving farewell to his mother before beginning to grasp the door into an outside showcase. As a child his momma has always said distraction is his greatest weakness.
Between evergreen bushes, roots interwoven into the bark of a tree, there was a sharp blur piercing the child’s focus. The darkest of silhouettes whipping in from right to left in a semi smile so radiant could even persuade the gazes of several experts, pulling their attention towards this oddly shaped log. The child’s eyes couldn’t help be seduced by the scales of the rhombus shaped patterns on the log then he danced himself into a long journey along the trail of intricate patterns. Momma always said in order for him to avoid danger was by measuring a character’s true worth by having a flexible mind shaping a character’s true value. The child continued to pry through all obstacles just to envision where this cornucopia of patterns end. Through sharp forests, the way the shapes appeared, encapsulating one another with each moving in the opposite direction from the child’s face cascading down stairs in a 2-D perspective. His curiosity became hungrier as his mind entered the matrix; he follows the trail. A change suddenly appeared surrounding this irry shaped log.
The environment fumed with heavy steam and the earth crackled against the compact rocks. The log…gurgled and bubbles as the patterns of the rhombus completely melts within another as if it were a piece from Salvador Dali’s “The Persistence of Memory” piece. It forces the rhombus shape into distortion making less intricate patterns as the once puzzling shapes recedes in to a 1-D design. The child couldn’t help continuing to watch the patterns swirl beneath the belly of the log proceeding to move its’ muscles along the coast of sizzling gravel now trending up the mountains, revealing its’ lengthy body in clear sight. The child’s body became softer, weak from the heat emanating from the steam, yet taught his mind to conserve as he developed methods to regulate energy. The mountains stood there, same as the trenches he saw covering his feet, preventing from where he wanted to go. Instead of climbing to the other side, the child simply followed the long log with the rhombus rings stretching across the land, like arrows.
Every obstacle was crossed... The child noticed the long log extended no further, walking past it with an upmost fascination. The child couldn’t believe his eyes, the log had a head, sticking out its’ tongue and spoke if he wanted to satisfy his curiosity first he must fulfill his request. The child fairly nodded as the creature told him to bring something he will cherish in the past, present and future. The child quickly returned home, did his best to heed his mother’s warning, but distraction was a curiosity so in depth it cannot be ignored. So in order to keep him from looking back she gave a torn arm and told him, “I would have gave you all my heart but I need it to live.” The child then stampeded back towards the shady creature whom devoured the arm, absorbing the meat into its’ body with satisfaction; without a moment’s notice ordered the child to stand in the center of the creatures’ body. He touched the scaly logged creature with his whole being embracing all the shapes, flowing into his soul. The creature’s body was rubbery, stretching backwards in an infinite pull like a rubber band then finally let go. Simultaneously, the child’s knowledge soared far into space, absorbing different material gushing inside like an exploding soda pop. He reached his final destination. Momma always said that dreaming was essential for taking those first steps one right after the other. All he needed to do was actively participate in his curiosity.