what globe?
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
'Tis a sunny day. Everything seems the way it did yesterday - happy. Trees gave desirable shade to those reading newspapers near the bus stop, the flowers tendered by the local florist created the smell of sweet, sweet honey. Also, the town bakery smelled of hot choco and freshly baked bread, which seemed to have attracted quite a crowd. The birds chirped, the cars and buses honked and horned, the people, everybody that is, bustled, as the clock struck 8. It was an "everyday" day, and that's how the people liked it.
But there was one boy who did not do what he liked best - playing with his red firetruck - today, for he was enticed by something that was of interest to his eyes, something flashy, something that spurred brilliance and light. This boy was looking high above, beyond the skies. He had wondered what made the world so shiny and happy and bright everyday he woke up - he thought his mother had cooked it along with his breakfast of waffles, eggs, and milk, or it came with the newspaper boy's delivery of good news, or the his pet dog, Flux - and up until now, he had yet to amount to an answer. But now, here it is, the source of everything that's sparkly and bright, the circular ray of light, 'tis the sun. He'd already asked his parents, teachers, friends, even Flux about the sun. Everyone told him of its greatness, its importance to everyone - but only Flux told him how to become friends with the Sun. The canine told the boy of many things that'll make him an inch closer to it, but with every step taken, Flux warned the boy, for another step would mean another degree in the heat scale, and may result to the boy's hurting. But the boy was happy about it, too happy to take the warnings seriously. Thus, the boy gathered all his plastic toy blocks, and he surrounded himself with it. He started to put them on top of each other, creating a rising flight of stairs. People noticed the rising flight of stairs, but they didn't change their routinely manner of life for something that could disrupt their peace. And so they bustled during the day, sparing the boy a few seconds and looking at his arduous work, and then going back to their bustling, and spared the stairs again the a second or two as they rush back home for dinner.
Because the boy couldn't possibly finish the stairs in a day, he'd come home for dinner, and sleep after that, red firetruck all forgotten. The next day, he'd rush up to the stairs, bringing a few blocks to add to it, while people looked at him for a while, then continued on with their lives. The boy had a new routinely life, and it comprised of this tiring work of building a flight of stairs made of his toy blocks.
Summer ended, spring came, fall passed, and winter was now here. The boy was only a few blocks away, a day's work would finish the stairs. Winter came in hard and furious, but they boy never stopped, and never gave up on his stairs, even if it shook every now and then. The boy reached the top, and placed the final block, and he stepped on it. At last he was here, and he looked down, the town seemed like a dot now. He looked up, and the sun never looked so big and bright. When he tried to reach for it, he was hindered by something. It was something solid, but he couldn't see it. He knocked, then punched and kicked, and headbutted the transparent barrier. It seemed to have cracked a little bit.
The boy was sad. Everything seemed to sink in too fast for his brain, and soon he was getting dizzy. He hadn't thought it would turn out like this. His state weakened and he fell form the top of the blocks, but there was no scream. There were only tears.
"And here I thought that this was the perfect world."
And the snowglobe boy shattered into pieces, as everybody else melted into white smudges.
smiled at the sun again @ 9:11 PM,
3 Comments:
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At May 9, 2007 at 10:54 PM,
Andrew said...
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Very nice writing. Thank you for sharing. Have bookmarked you.
Sincerely,
Andrew -
At May 10, 2007 at 4:33 AM,
jose angeles. said...
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ugh. snow globe, hindi snowglobe. AT I-EDIT MO SIYA GAGU!!! maganda na eh; may konti style BNNQ-ness lang here and there.
if you don't get my point: imagine isang teacher na sobrang galing, na kung tumawa parang nerd, o kung magsuot ng damit bakat ung nipples. maganda na sana diba? kaso hinde eh. -
At May 10, 2007 at 7:46 AM,
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@pinggoy
EDITED. yay.
@andrew
Thanks ;P