‘Unbeing dead is not being alive” e.e. cummings
The landscape was full of yellows and reds and blues. It was , well , dripping. The trees were dripping , well, colors. The face of the mountain was similar , jus t color. I saw a small stream. I cole uld tell it was a stream because unlike the surroundings, it was moving. I put my hand in it and scooped some up. The colors slipped through my fingers. I sipped some , it was cool and refreshing and left spots of yellow, red blue on my face.
I looked up in the sky. The only thing in this strange little world that it was similar to my old world. White clouds slowly made their way across the sky. Something was drifting down from the sky. I reached out for it, forgetting my hands were covered with the paint like substance from the stream. I grabbed it.
Probably not the best idea because the paint on my nd obscured most of what was written. All I was able to to read was 1717. Well that made no sense. I stuffed the paper in my shirdt pocket . There was no point in folding it because the paint would only cover the remaining writing.1717. Who did I know in south central Pennsylvania?
No , this wasn’t the beach I loved so much, I still needed to get there, but here was somewhere good. I walked further and further. A light summer rain came. It was nothing. I kept on walking. The colors in the dream washed away little by little I saw an old man sleeping in the rain, laundry having brilliant colors washed away and scattering in the wind. This was a good place, a safe place and I was determined to stay.
There is a certain danger in staying anywhere too long. You get too comfortablr. You start to atrophy, it happens. I looked at my shirt and it was wet and full of colors. Usually the rain cleans the color away, but here , here it just seemed to add to it. I wish this place had a name, but naming it would take away from the magic.
For now it was safe. So I put down my bag and sat in the colors. I enjoyed the feeling of the colors squishing through my toes. I looked at the sun with its purples and swirly greens . I know I can’t stay here but I can enjoy it here, it has been a long time since I enjoyed something.