Post by Xia Tianku on Jan 12, 2007 1:49:00 GMT -5
On the sidewalk of a street rested a bench. Behind it lay a park, with many green trees and glittering pools of clear water. At first glance, this bench would appear to be normal, no different from any other bench along the street. No defining characteristics what so ever; just a metal frame, and brown oak planks forming the back and seat. The metal frame was painted a dull green. In fact, it resembled the color a penny acquired when exposed to the air for too long. A sort of sea foam green, but also the type of color that could suck the life out of someone. It could make every passing second of the day seem monotonous, mundane, and some would even say, "pointless." Just by looking at it, the metal told a story; a dreary story of how it fell from grace. Once a bright shiny orange-brown, and now? It was nothing more than a dull green.
But this bench was special, it was on this bench that Xia Tianku sat. He did so in a reclined, lax manner. His head hanging over the curved top of the back, staring off into the sky. He was like a cloud gazer, staring aimlessly into space. Unlike any cloud gazer though, he did not imagine shapes in the sky. He was not as diluted as this. He stared, but not at clouds. He had a, to put it in layman's terms, "gifted sight." He could see past the blue of the sky, into the cold black of the cosmos. He alone could see what it had in store for not only this world, but all of the universe. He could see the intricate patterns of dust and gas in the nebulas. Bright reds, blues, greens, oranges, and a myriad of other colors lighting up the eternal darkness. They glimmered like jewels, each one telling it's own story.
He sat there, dressed in loose-fitting jeans, and a dull Olive Drab T-shirt. His shoes were brown Merrils. He had an Mp3 player in his pocket, the left ear bud in his ear, and the right one resting on his shoulder. He was listening to John Mayer's song Neon. He wore an analog wrist watch on his left arm. It had white hands, a black plastic band, and a unique looking face. It was red in the center, and faded gradually to black as it moved outward. It reminded him of a nebula he had once gazed at thousand's of years ago. A nebula he had stared at after being enveloped by the Mobiae. He was so confused then, but as time wore on, he came to understand the intricacies of the universe. Its ups and its downs. He found it amusing how humans had once, and to a certain extent now, claim to know all. But they are just as clueless as he was in that moment.
As the song came to its crescendo, he could lights sparking out, and then fading. Stars were dieing, time having wreaked its havoc upon them. And yet, he could see new lights appearing; stars were being born. They've yet to face the ravages of time. Neon, neon, neon.
He sat there, the sun shining down on him, humming to the tune of the music and tapping his feet lightly on the concrete. Perfectly content on that humble bench.
But this bench was special, it was on this bench that Xia Tianku sat. He did so in a reclined, lax manner. His head hanging over the curved top of the back, staring off into the sky. He was like a cloud gazer, staring aimlessly into space. Unlike any cloud gazer though, he did not imagine shapes in the sky. He was not as diluted as this. He stared, but not at clouds. He had a, to put it in layman's terms, "gifted sight." He could see past the blue of the sky, into the cold black of the cosmos. He alone could see what it had in store for not only this world, but all of the universe. He could see the intricate patterns of dust and gas in the nebulas. Bright reds, blues, greens, oranges, and a myriad of other colors lighting up the eternal darkness. They glimmered like jewels, each one telling it's own story.
He sat there, dressed in loose-fitting jeans, and a dull Olive Drab T-shirt. His shoes were brown Merrils. He had an Mp3 player in his pocket, the left ear bud in his ear, and the right one resting on his shoulder. He was listening to John Mayer's song Neon. He wore an analog wrist watch on his left arm. It had white hands, a black plastic band, and a unique looking face. It was red in the center, and faded gradually to black as it moved outward. It reminded him of a nebula he had once gazed at thousand's of years ago. A nebula he had stared at after being enveloped by the Mobiae. He was so confused then, but as time wore on, he came to understand the intricacies of the universe. Its ups and its downs. He found it amusing how humans had once, and to a certain extent now, claim to know all. But they are just as clueless as he was in that moment.
As the song came to its crescendo, he could lights sparking out, and then fading. Stars were dieing, time having wreaked its havoc upon them. And yet, he could see new lights appearing; stars were being born. They've yet to face the ravages of time. Neon, neon, neon.
He sat there, the sun shining down on him, humming to the tune of the music and tapping his feet lightly on the concrete. Perfectly content on that humble bench.
