by Derrick Michell Soft sand to the texture of cotton encase my legs and toes like perfect silk. Looking up for the first time, I see a sky, black and riddled with the shining dots that are in reality, astral bodies of fire and instability, almost contradicting its existence from a certain perspective - yet they fill me with a sense of relief for allowing myself to be distanced from the rest of the universe. Air has settled on my skin like a comfortable blanket, drenching my pores with a breath of calamity and relaxation. In the soft darkness of the desert, the sounds of shifting sands encase and sooth my eardrums to a point of euphoria. Ahead of me I spectate the falling of a beautiful white moon slowly descending below this plane of the earth - the moon was so big that it’s impossible not to feel like this moment was made just for me to experience. Suddenly my arms wrap around my body tightly and my legs fall to the smooth dry sand as I look up once again, just to feel the gravity of this planet push down on my body, encouraging me to stay still and just fall asleep; just to wake up in the morning with this memory being a part of the past. For awhile, I consider the offer, maybe it isn’t such a bad thing to wane into complete silence and wake up to another day, another life. I began to close my eyes, and almost on cue, something passes over me like a wave some type of encouragement and my entire body springs back into life. Looking around nothing has changed, this place is still just as beautiful as before - why has my biology stopped me from submitting to a peaceful sleep on the softest bed ever created by nature? Some otherworldly force argued with the thought of being content, of being alone, of being satisfied with the view. Like everything around me never existed or mattered, my hands aggressively grasped onto the sides of my head as my mind flutters into an entirely new dimension of thought and emotion. My eyes close as new thoughts flood into the depths of my brain. As the thoughts seep deeper and deeper into my core, I feel my body rejecting my thoughts as it attempts to convert the situation into energies of frustration. With every breath of air, I can feel the blood in every vein transport itself through my body, and with every release of that air, the blood settles itself again, waiting to be rejuvenated. Still being on the soft bed, my toes curl deep into the sand as my entire body heats up in confusion and emotion. How can such a beautiful moment destroy itself within moments? All of a sudden the hands that forced my head still released itself, and my eyes open yet again to the scene of a beautiful desert. And just as if nothing happened, I stand up and begin to walk again. Soft sand to the texture of cotton encase my legs and toes like perfect silk as I remove my mind from the previous reality. Accepting the stars in space and the moon in my sky, the thoughts in my mind and the spirit in my biology, I then realize and say out loud, “how long is this desert?” Then I consider another thought: “how long do I have to keep walking?” Derrick is a Senior at Franklin High School.
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Epiphany Literary Magazine is a safe space for students at Franklin High School to share their creativity. Archives '16-'20
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