This is still for fun, but I see some people are reading, but few replies. If you read it just tell me if you like it or not, I'm not wanting a critique, just it would be cool to know what people think.
Senses and Patterns
I don’t know how far is far, but I ran until I was done. I didn’t have any reason to stop, I just did. I was on a hill now. Its slopes were covered by the type of grass that I first knew in the clearing. As I ran, I knew many grasses, trees, and bushes. Some were the same, some were different. But even those that were much the same were different. I beheld patterns. Many things were joined by them, they were similar and yet unique.
Looking down from this hill top, I thought back on my journey. My first memories…I still was unsure of time, but now I had another thing by which to gauge it. This time, was in my mind now. What I saw by my head, I knew immediately in my mind. But, I could also bring back images of places I had already known while yet seeing the now. Memories, were images of the times before now. Also, I looked up to the sky. The sun is much farther now, and…dimmer.
My stomach, has been acting differently for some time now. It is not the sensation that I felt when I first left my beginning place. It is a strange emptiness. A pulling, not as when I first got up, this feels as though it pulls inward from all places. I do not love this feeling, this void in my innards. Yet at the same time, I want to know it, to understand it. I want to know what it becomes, since it seems to change with time.
I let my vision cast about me, with my fingers I had discovered that there are two round shapes in the pockets of my head that are the source. Yet, I wish I could see these things with which I see.
As I look about, I see in a bush beside me these shapes, clusters of small spheres of red and deep purple. They fascinate me. I draw in a new breath, and the scent of these ornaments comes with it. Smell, was a sense I had discovered late. I had not noticed it at first, because it was always the same. Sight, touch, and hearing change rapidly and distinctly, smell changes by degree. It occurs to me that this is odd that it is so, because my first memory was my first breath not my first glimpse.
My nose is raptured in the sweetness that it finds. Then something else happened. My mouth began to feel like the long grass and leaves that I had brushed against. Its surfaces were now coated in wetness. I reached out, and plucked one of the red clusters nearest to me. It was soft, and when pressed harder that its color stained me. I crushed the thing completely. Its form became a pulp of wetness between my fingers. Yet this wetness bound my skin. It was unlike the wetnesses I had already known. An impulse came to me and I found my fingers in my mouth going into my mouth.
Could it be, that there were yet more senses I did not know? More ways by which this world could be measured? This liquid, this remains of a small ornament taken from upon a bush, had a sweetness like its scent. It was like sunshine or a breeze for my mouth. I took another, but this time placed it directly in my mouth. My tongue relished the wetness. I soon found that by eating these little growths that the pulling in my stomach subsided. I began to understand that there was a connection between me and this place, though I did not yet know what it was.
I had seen many things on my run. Not all were shrubs and trees though. There were other things in this place, other things that moved from place to place. I found my mind drawn away to them. They could move. I saw but glimpses of them and saw that they were not like me. Most of them were covered with hair thicker than mine, or skin creased and harder than mine. Some were large and awesome, others were small and spry. I noticed sometimes there was more than one together, patterns of two, sometimes more. They were like each other, but they were not like me. I wonder, if there is another like me?
Still, though I wanted to; I did not linger. Sometimes, I sensed—perhaps by another sense that I do now know—that there was something else in the woods around me that I had not seen, always present, yet unseen. My heart sought this thing that it had known. I was drawn, called to this thing.
Even now it is out there. As I sit upon the hill, looking down towards where the sun is vanishing, it is there. The pattern of the treetops changes as I look further that way. There is almost a line where the tops become lighter, pinks and whites are dusted over that area. I do not know the difference beyond the colors, but I know there is one. And my heart is drawn towards that place.
I will follow, but for now I sit. The sun is gone now. The sky’s bright blue becomes darkness. This void that is the sky, begins to fill with points of light. They were countless, as though the sun had been shattered and spread across the heavens. The world becomes quiet, or rather it changes. The chirps of the fluttering creatures had stopped, replaced by distant hoots and howls.
My back rests against a tree, while my vision drifts about the shards above. I feel the breeze; it’s cooler than before. The trees wave gently. I head a rustling around me at times, one of the creatures is near, I wonder if it will show itself. I wonder what kind of things roam in the night. I wait to see…
I'm trying to find the right pace for this one. It's going to get a little quicker as time goes on because right now I'm trying to portray his discovery of the world since that's part of the story. So as he learns more, I have to describe less. Thanks for reading!
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For fun:
Adam, Breathe In,
Adam, Foot Falls
My main stories:
Warring Freedoms: First Day of Regret
