2. the long walk
i had made it to The Mirage, the main stage. i dropped my bags in the shady area under the evergreen tree. i looked upon what was meant to be the golden tower. the pyramid of my dreams. a door that cascades colors out the slivers of its own flaws - the space in between objects. just waiting for me to open it now.
i took my final steps toward it. no longer trekking through the mud i was gliding on a gravitational pull to reach the rainbow of my world but when i turned the key in the door, everything turned to black like a violent down pour or a crowd’s vibrant roar. it was so loud at the center of the tornado i couldn’t tell if they were cheering or booing. if land was being destroyed or flowers being grown.
it was louder than all the colors in the world, as they flew by me one by one and all in unison. my body bent back like i was made of sponge but my feet didn’t move an inch. like bird’s feet in cement my shape pressed down, my weight left a mark. there was no where else to go other than to just be me. the curtains rolled. the beautiful people were revealed.
i blew the whistle before i put my bags down. it was the final call. i called the ones i loved home. who ever didn’t make it in before the darkness of light were now, gone.