malachi
if i remember correctly....
he washed up on the shore, a little boy. i said, where did you come from? he pointed to the peninsula barely showing through the distant fog. how long have you been there? he couldn't recall. i took him in, fed him, but something was strange. when i looked in his eyes...all i saw was that peninsula where his pupils should be. i knew that he could stay here no longer. not here, with all its moving parts and flashing lights. it seemed that at any moment my world would break his sweet porceline face. so the next day, i put him in a small boat at the same spot i had found him, but i was not happy to send him back.
days passed, maybe weeks. when i went back to the shore, i looked out across the dark water and could not see that peninsula. but there was no fog. it must connect somewhere to this land, i thought. so i walked through city, town, country and vacation destination, until finally the width of the land began closing in, the terrain became rockier, and i had reached the end, the tip of the peninsula. i did not see that little boy, until i turned around. behind a large rock i saw a little limb move. each step i took nearer to him filled a hole in me. it kept filling me until i stood right in front of him, reached out to him, held him in my arms, and was full. it was a feeling beyond holy, and there was nothing more satisfying than that moment. i told him, it's all okay, i'm staying here with you.
after i woke up, i knew he was the son that s and i almost had when i was 19.
apearl
he washed up on the shore, a little boy. i said, where did you come from? he pointed to the peninsula barely showing through the distant fog. how long have you been there? he couldn't recall. i took him in, fed him, but something was strange. when i looked in his eyes...all i saw was that peninsula where his pupils should be. i knew that he could stay here no longer. not here, with all its moving parts and flashing lights. it seemed that at any moment my world would break his sweet porceline face. so the next day, i put him in a small boat at the same spot i had found him, but i was not happy to send him back.
days passed, maybe weeks. when i went back to the shore, i looked out across the dark water and could not see that peninsula. but there was no fog. it must connect somewhere to this land, i thought. so i walked through city, town, country and vacation destination, until finally the width of the land began closing in, the terrain became rockier, and i had reached the end, the tip of the peninsula. i did not see that little boy, until i turned around. behind a large rock i saw a little limb move. each step i took nearer to him filled a hole in me. it kept filling me until i stood right in front of him, reached out to him, held him in my arms, and was full. it was a feeling beyond holy, and there was nothing more satisfying than that moment. i told him, it's all okay, i'm staying here with you.
after i woke up, i knew he was the son that s and i almost had when i was 19.
apearl