I wish I could see the world as I once did as a child. Everything seemed so endless and possible. My dad was the strongest and smartest man alive and my mom the only human to actually resemble an angel. My twin brother was my partner in this vast world that hadn’t been discovered yet, we were willing to fall or rise together, no matter the result.
Every little memory that I carry to this day is there in my mind because of how new I was to the world. Seeing a horse for the first time was something I will never forget. It stood tall and strong with pride an agility of a king. Its soft silk skin ran down its back with its lightly tough tail of hair flapping in the wind. Its eyes pierced the land with precision as it calmly ate the grass beneath its feet. It stood from afar but it felt as it if was right next to me. I hadn’t made a sound since I laid my eyes on this animal, I didn’t want to scare it and vanish with its beauty behind it. I wanted to stay there forever to watch it grow into an old horse that told stories to its children who galloped around him just as I ran around my dad to show him my agility. I wanted the horse to be in love so they could sit there and be one. I wanted everything in my mind to become a reality so fiercely that I saw it as truth.
It slowly started to creep towards the fence I was standing by but never taking its head above the ground. Its eyes kept scanning the land in front and to the sides of it, always chomping down hard at the grass and eating dirt as it popped up as well. Suddenly, it ripped its neck up as if to see a shooting star in the sky. It turned its head to the side with its eye piercing through the hills surrounding us. It made a grunt that sounded to come from way down deep in its body. It continued to grunt steadily for a couple seconds then in a fraction of a second leaped into a gallop towards the hill where it was looking. Its hair swayed in the air with freedom only birds can feel. Its feet in sync with its heart beat that pounded its body forward to the hills. Its nostrils opening wide to let every molecule of oxygen into its large inflated lung to export from its body in a bold fury to gallop even faster. It ran until I couldn’t see it no more. The horse was gone from my view forever. I would never see it again. I stood there staring into the woods praying for that horse to come back. But it didn’t.
The Earth suddenly got deadly dark and quiet with the breeze easily brushing against the leaves on the surrounding trees. I wanted the beauty that breathed through that horse back with all my might. I needed that horse to show me its beauty everyday I awoke, but it ceases to exist. But I am young! My heart pumps blood that is new and crispy, my lungs take in air with ease, my eyes view landscapes with innocence; they have barely seen the world that I live in. I still have thousands and thousands of sunsets, full moons and waterfalls to see. I will be married one day and look into the eyes of my newborn child and breath with my creation simultaneously. I will attend concerts that scream vibrations that pierce my mind like a lightning bolt. I will see a painting that’s worth forty five million dollars that describes the world between its four frames. The day will exist where I awake to a morning sun and realize I have made my life worth living every second, every breath with peace of mind. That day will come! This world is full of beauty that surrounds us everyday right aside us in our daily lives. We will create beauty; we will thrive from it. Parents will create beautiful offspring that will stride each and everyday with glamor. Our wives, our husbands will recreate the day they first met with each waking moment. The schools across the land will mold minds to create beauty within our future. But I stand there with a cloud of nostalgia climbing to its darkest peek as the sun goes to sleep and my vision deteriorates. The crawling dark never seems to forget to remind me that this day will forever resonate in my soul. It never halts to remind me that I will never see that horse again nor anything, as beautiful as that.
