Always as, a Shark on Land
As one puts their foot out into the world, they can feel many beauties, and many hardships. None of which can change you at the very least, without your consent. This role, this desire to “be” will bring you over the hills and down them in such a way to guide you.
And out there, possibilities lie in wait, their eerie silence startles you. All you wish is to make some noise, start an adventure! For the nature ahead is gifted with an aw you had not seen before.
But when you get there, when you take first sights at what wasn’t your dream, you seem to rot. As if every fiber of what once flourished, was now being bitten, eaten away by something unseen. Something that wasn’t felt, except for that slight itch around your neck.
And when you see it, when you finally see it. The horror, the simple horror, is too grim to sit and gaze. You know that you have to run, that this thing, will eat you alive. Like snakes, it bends and twists with its fangs ready to lash out for a clench of your mortal flesh! Like the guardian of death it stands tall as a shadowy shape across timid skies, and you know there is no choice to stay, nor would you want to.
In this fright you run and run, never looking back, never hesitating to feed your curiosity, never summoning the answer that fear was not in the face of death. To this failure, to this strange scene, you fall, you are uprooted from your gloried height! Leaves rip off into the sudden wind, branches snap and crack, the world spins ’round, as the sky becomes ground and ground becomes sky.
Quietly, in the midst of your new realm, the world smiles with the whitest of the whitest teeth, ever. Their eyes twinkle like a star surrounded by blackness, and you know their intentions are good. You see them as merely confused, because their ways are unlike what you want. Their ways are foul and nasty, like chocolates made of sour milk. For your tongue slides upon their taste, it is sickly, deadly. Though you know, that they are more powerful. And unable to change this, unable to be who you are without losing what is defined as “normal” you are forced to live always as a foreigner; always as, a shark on land.
Just to let you all know, that foot isn’t mine.
((I just had to tell you that so you wouldn’t think I paint my toe nails black xD))
Real nice. I like how your pictures go with what you’re saying. But i don’t get the part about the shark on land.
the last para really spoke to me about being a forienger and all and i liked thepicture of the shark
Thank you all.
Jenny: being a shark on land is like a metaphor for when I feel out of place in life. Sharks are meant for the Sea, not the land…see? There’s more to it, like why I picked a shark instead of just a fish…though for now I have to go to bed.
This entry basically expresses what “Till I’m There,” did. But this was more of a way to say it in story form, and instead of me being defensive I told it as really sad piece with absolutely no hope. Andi it told of my whole life up to this point, not like the last one did, which was mostly the present.
It seems so sad
u should try to look at the good parts of life
Hmmm….I promise that my next entry will be sad-free!
Hey, Rachel!
Do you ever visit those blogs on my BLogroll?
Well, here’s what they had at one of them:
http://larryfire.wordpress.com/2008/06/05/new-wearable-fast-food-feedbags/
Their making feed bags!
Hey, that’s my foot! HAHA! HAHA!!! and that pic of a shark on the ground is near my house!
YAY Feet!!
*sniffs foot*
Awww, so yummy! Hehehee…