The Boy
Striken within a vast plain of a blue aqua atmosphere, lay an ethnically sound boy, With thick brown hair spiraling into big pillar like dreads. The boy lay stranded on a boat in the center of the Pacific Ocean. Tattered, dirty clothing was strung over his body similar to that of a homeless person. The boy Laid on his back, barely concious, with birds rapidly soaring overhead. The only action the boy had the energy to partake in was hoisting his substantialy weighty eyelids, to gaze deep within the bosom of the sky. Considering the sheer difficulty in engaging in further activity, the boy rested, nearly unaware of his own existence. And as quickly as dusk becomes dawn, unable to grasp at conciousness for long, he fell back into his death like slumber, awaiting his next encounter with the sky. “Great wonder leads to great discovery” is the quote that the boy never failed to repeat, every following morning. These words not only intrigued him, but they guided his mind to focus on one specific goal, discovery. The boy’s life at home was not that of tragedy. He had loving parents, had stupendous schooling, and many friends. It was not the quality of life that left the boy unsatisfied, but the monotonous aspects of living his life, that left him forever unsatisfied. The world is an intricate dwelling place, and the boy wanted every part of that adventure. So he wasted no time, to make his dreams, that of reality. So he ventured outward at the age of 8, to uncover every bit of secrets this earth had to offer. The boy set his sights on Egypt, he would stay up night after night researching their ancient history, longing to be apart of that society. So that being his first destination, was obvious to him. Living in Colorado, he assumed the trip would only be about a few minutes, so he neglected packing food or water. Only his precious bear was in his possession. As the boy set out on his journey, he could not help but be marveled at the beautiful water, that surrounded his entire being. “How beautiful” he exclaimed, “How precious” he muttered. As he went on his journey, a few minutes, quickly turned to a few days. The boy was incredibly hungry and thirsty, and starting to miss home. The bright shine of the sun beamed on him day by day, it was so hot on his frail body. Hunger took over the boy very rapidly. So much so that he couldn’t really move or talk. All he wished for was to see Eygipt, that’s all he wanted. Staring up at the sky, the boy never knew or understood what death was. It always made him so curious. He wanted to know what happens to a human when they die, he was always so curious. One might say the boy was precious, and beloved by all that had the opportunity to meet him. The boy wanted to leave a mark, something that people would remember, a legacy of you will. He wanted people to be proud of him, and to love him. How proud they would be when he would make it to Egypt all by himself. How big they would smile and laugh. The poor boy lay on his back, staring at the sky, waiting for Egypt to appear. Waiting for how proud his parents would be. Waiting for their love. How resourceful the boy was, how great he wanted to be when he got older. He lay looking up at the sky, waiting for his beloved Egypt.
