ReD LEgend
By
Anay Z. Wolfe
Preface
The
Why am I here?
The forest carrying out a melody, confirming its most wondrous beauty and of the creatures that inhabit it; the pouncing deer in the early morn bring the cunning vermin when night falls. The sun just returning to its night of rest offering up the silver moon in its place; signaling the peace to one day to give up another. The image revealing what the real beauty of this world looks like. The master piece of the different varieties of vivid greens and brown, the vegetation covering the earth as a blanket given way homes for so many living creatures including us. The peace and freedom pulsating and vibrating through the ground like a heartbeat; no better or worse, no good no evil, all just…just equal. Looking at the world this way you would never think that there is anything wrong with it.
Life is…
Life?
What is life? Is the forest alive as many believe? Why the words we use today the right ones? Does anyone really know?
The wind picked up a bit, caressing my face like a lovers' touch. Pushing strands of my crow black hair out of place .Lifting um my hand seeking out to put the hairs back in place behind my ear.
Leaning slightly forward looking at the reflection; there gazing back at me were eyes I have met all my life. The girl in the lakes surface looked with wondering eyes her midnight black burly locks shaping her face hanging slightly forward in front of her. The eyes of an infant seal its shade of a golden yellow brimmed with thick eyelashes. The flawless caramelized skin, a light pink mixed in with her cheeks, the rosy lips parted slightly; top a darker shade then the lower. With in her eyes she held innocence about her. Her small child like hand rested upon her slightly flushed cheek, softly rubbing her thumb over the smooth skin. Looking at my reflection my mind starting to race once more.
What is it that makes me look this way; I mean is this really me. It's an image but…Why is it me? Why are we who we are? What are we? This life that was given to us…What is it? Is it really ours? This world…this is life…whatever you want to call it.
Is this really the truth?
Is it the true worlds' destiny to have man fight against man, well beings against beings.
"Why is it…I'm here?" I questioned out loud. Not really looking for anyone to answer back.
Sighing heavily I let my head drop. Turning my unanswered questions with my head. Why it is there is never answers for the most important questions. Lifting back up my head gracing at what is suppose to be… me. Letting my hand drop to my side, my lanky fingers finding a cold stone. Picking the stone up, I throw it as hard as I could at the reflection.