5 Years Later

I'd watch the sunrise over the houses in my block; when I missed it I'd be depressed for the entire day. And, when I was small, my parents used to say that my name was related to the Egyptian Sun God, Ra. Though, at this point I know that there isn't anything interesting about my name: Melvin. I always blamed it all on it all just being a habit. I was a creature of habit.

Everything would walk through the sun too, heat waves like light rays changing everyones color, and they'd just walk on through this fog of light onto the destination, changing colors in waves. But they weren't colorful, just darker, lighter, dimmer, or more vivid. I never knew why, but it's make them all look like golden gods walking underneath the sky, holding it up with all of their golden breaths. That's how I'd see the world, and it was, one larger poof of breath as the human civilization keeps breathing along. We were nothing but the products of the skies.

But on that day, everything was light and dimmer, like we were all in a pure, almost blue light. We all walked across the stage too; everyones clapping sent the waves rushing on through, wildly, uncontrolled or tamed. Then everything was dark for the rest of the night with little piecing dots of white, like the brightest stars in the darkest night. (They were like bullet-shots into my pupils.) I didn't know why, but it was the beginning. I knew that, eventually, the sun would rip through and set my soul on fire.

My soul was on fire.