day at the beach
... feet away I jump into a pile of heat that feels like a stove. Its burns and I run for dear life, and my querencia gets closer. I drop my now useless gear and run to my peaceful blue home. I jump in and feel the freezing water rush all over my body. I get up, feeling like I am in heaven and soon find my brothers splashing water right next to me. For now my heaven is gone, but I know I will get it back. After fulfilling my brothers need for companionship, I run to the rocks like a villain sneaking into a store. I jump aboard the rocks only to stub my toe, but I figure it’s worth it. I walk along the rocks and stare into the oblivious sea and wonder how much we haven’t found. I reach the end of my walk and stare into the ecosystem below. I see beautiful orange and pink starfish, crabs of all shapes and sizes, and those urchins I never want to touch. I try to pick up a starfish but realize the extreme difficulty in it. I roughly tear it off the slimy rocks and look at its magnificence with my own two eyes. As I stare at the pink star I realize how much time I have wasted here on the rocks. I gently put the sticky starfish back into his home and i look out on the majestic horizon to find my brothers fighting like they always do and decide to head back to my waiting mother. I jump off the rocks and into the smooth mud-like dirt only to feel an immense amount of pain. I stare down to see blood spattered all over my feet and I can only think of rocks. I forget the writhing pain and put my feet into the ever so relaxing medicine, the dirt. I sprint towards my home base and leap upon my blanket of protection from those pesky little specks of rocks. As I lazily fall down on my belly I feel a tingle of heat. I rub my feet in this alleviated heat, my mother hands me my lunch. I don’t grab it at first but my stomach growls out of hunger and my appetite takes over. I munch into the crunchy sandwich and feel the stickiness within. My taste buds jump with glee while I eat the peanut butter sandwich that completes my grand appetite. I finish off the last bit of the sandwich and put my burnt face into the blanket. I clear my thoughts and feel only the heat of the sun and peaceful winds blowing between my mingling toes. It’s a beautiful feeling and I never want it to end, for it is magic I feel nowhere else. Strangely however;, my dark thoughts never enter my mind. I can only see blue skies and trees, the images of peace and prosperity. These images flow through my mind as I lie there and I only wonder if they could be true. Unwillingly, I wake up fr...