Parable

1:3 Things that remind me of the past

"My thoughts got me lost in a trance-like state that I can't come out of, I am mostly filled with dissension on how I should envision my past, mostly because I am not in a state of mind that'd allow me to continue dreaming on and on. I always think about the future and how it coincides with the past. The present is one thing I never look at because of my certain insecurities. My main flaw is that I keep looking backward and plan poorly, but I never focus on what's in front of me."-Zephaniah Twain, a.k.a Mortimer

I wake up from the sober dream-like state that forced me to stay dormant for a minute. It was me being in my memories and I didn't think of most of my inconsistencies. My ideas trail off into the sunset and yet, I never seem to look at them, I just stare at the sun. I stood up quickly and I thought about what I've been in. Was it a trance? Was it a hallucination? Was it a dream? I can say it's all of the above.

I immediately started walking towards a place that looked to be nicely above a mountain, it looked cool and dark, ominous in feel. I looked around me to find these cool particles went now, such a shame!

I start to look at the mountain above me, with its sprawling branches filled with leaves, and its great rocky surface that was all smooth and gray, but sure as hell didn't look to be that climbable. I look to the top to see some jagged edges that may be more hurtful towards my skin. I felt a feeling of danger and the presence of demons creeping on my neck. That was not normal I was thinking, so I start to do what every good magician does (a.k.a only me), and scale the mountain with creative ways, so I started thinking!

I thought about the many ways a person can scale, so I got an idea: maybe if I use wings, I could scale this by flying, let's give it a shot! Then I did just that, by thinking about characters that had wings and immediately thought of an angel, how they used to teach us about them in the synagogue, I remembered the way I used to envision them as those amazing creatures with great power, I immediately conjured up the idea and started to grow some wings from my back. They were white and feathery, and they grew out fastidiously, but in a flashy and quick way.

They looked beautiful and they had some of my bones in it. They looked like the wings of the bird amplified by twenty times the size; these wings were bigger than me. I look at them with their completely white texture, and then I started feeling them. They were so soft, and they reeked of a heavenly smell, so I decided to immediately try to fly using them.

One flap, two flaps, three flaps, four flaps, and here I was levitating two feet from the ground. I was slowly gaining momentum and I was flying upwards faster and faster. The more I flapped, the more I ended up gaining on the momentum of speed. And then I immediately had my wings flapping and I felt the wings sending air to my feet, which felt warm and great. There was an heir of safety, but suddenly, I forgot to measure the size of the wings, and I accidentally hit a jagged rock on the mountain.

It punctured through my white wings and it created that mixture of white and red that looked eerily similar to European's blood. I immediately recoiled and ripped the entire wing off, which was unmistakably weird and off the wall. I couldn't put my finger on why it ripped so easily, but the jagged rocks had to play a part. The other wing slowly faded, and I saw myself falling around fifty feet onto the ground.

I tried to think of something quickly before I hit the ground, so I immediately remembered the cushions that cushioned my falls and made them more and softer as it sucked me into it. when I created the cushion, it looked like a giant pillow that inflated from off my back. It rotated me against my back as I looked into the sky as a result. It forced a heavy recoiled that (as I said before-hand as a prediction) sucked me in and heavily gave me a lunge forward that put me into the sky like a cannonball with a canon, except I was lighter than the canon ball by a margin.