Blazing and The Crowd of Hate

I notice that blazing has a lot of bruises today. He doesn’t usually fall this much, but today he just can’t climb air. I see his fingernails digging into the nothingness, as he kicks his sneaker  into the bottom of it and takes one feeble step up. He takes another, and then - He’s on his knees on the ground again. He’s used to flying in air, but he is practicing to audition for a play. To do so, he must climb air. I step forward as I grip a branch of oblivion and carefully balance myself on three others.  I step up, and up, and up, until pretty soon I can’t see the earth. I could go on and on, but I decide to climb back down so I can help Blazing. He stares at me with his vivid violet eyes as his mouth hangs open in aw. I tell him that he just has to imagine the air is branches, easy to climb, and it’s just that. After a few attempts, he can climb pretty far. That should be enough for the audition. Me and Blazing sit on a bench, drawing in the notebook we share, when Impossible comes running along and tries to jump up onto the bench. We decide it’s time to leave the forest of gratitude. We didn’t really want to go there anyway, but it was the only forest we could find that didn’t have trees. I go home to have supper while Blazing and impossible fly off to their audition. I can see Impossible wagging his tail off in the distance of the skies. Blazing is following the south stars, I can tell. But all I can really see is a blur of the creatures with chocolate brown skin and fur. Blazing travels over deserts of desserts and jungles of jugglers until he found the Ridge Creek Theatre Auditions.  And it wasn’t until then when he decided he wasn’t going to be a part of the play. I saw it in my notebook, and he explained that the judges did not like his act. The crowd had stared at him with their eyes full anger and hate, and how they had loved the so many other people who had hated him, too. He told me that he didn’t really know, but it did seem that they didn’t really hate him because he was no good at climbing air, they seemed to hate him because he could climb air. Because he had chocolate skin just like his dog, Impossible. Because he was wearing a teal blouse instead of a football jersey. Because his eyes were violet instead of brown, blue, or green. But then he told me that that didn’t really matter, because, it was their loss. And that he would put on his own play. A better one.

An Underwater Village

Blazing is doing the backstroke. She just keeps paddling, and paddling, and paddling. But she’s in the never ending sea, so that’s all she really can do as a small human girl. Blazing closes her eyes as her chest starts to glow. Now she can do much more then swim in the never ending sea. She goes under the water as her curly red hair bounces behind her. She goes down, and down, and down, until she sees Impossible. Impossible wags her tail as she paddles toward Blazing. They meet in the center of the ocean and swim down still, to an under-water village. It isn’t really there yet, but that doesn’t really matter, because Blazing and Impossible can create one. They don’t mind the work. Impossible is a labrador retriever, and she likes to swim long distances. So Blazing sends her to go get the wood, and Blazing will get the mud. She turns around and finds a chocolate lab hair on her pail arm. She brushes it off and swims away as her violet eyes glint from the sun. Meanwhile, Impossible is sniffing out wood, when she finds a great forest. She stares at the forest, straight in the eye, and pretty soon she has a load of wood on her back. They both return, Blazing with several armfuls of mud from the ocean ground, and Impossible with several loads of wood.  Blazing uses a twisty stick to draw out the town in the sand, carefully fills it in with the mud and wood, and there it is. It’s bigger then Blazing thought it would be, but it’s still beautiful. Now they both walk in to the town, to find me, in one of the wooden houses, with my writing desk. Blazing looks at me with her dark violet eyes. She asks me why I am writing. I ask her why she is blazing. She says touche and floats to the surface, being sure to remember to write sometime. She will live forever, but so many things, she’ll forget to ever do. I look up. I can’t see anything - anything but the sun. And there’s blazing, right there inside it.

Blazing Is Fire

The fire is Blazing. Literally. I mean, the fire is Blazing. Blazing is the fire. Blazing steps out of the fire and becomes the ocean. He can do that kind of stuff. Then he steps out of the ocean and becomes a small teenage boy. He has dark shaggy brown hair and violet eyes. Freckles, and copper skin. He is wearing a grey and black striped button up shirt and one old pair of dark, boot-cut jeans. He drifts across the swamp in his not-so-good-shape combat boots and talks to me. He asks me why I am wearing a purple beanie. In response, I ask him why he is wearing purple eyes. He says touche, and flies off. Now, if you follow him in the stars, you can see where he’s heading. He wanders across the galaxy and lands on a very nice little place. The grass is the friendliest shade of gray, the trees are the coolest tone of black, and the sky is the cleanest color of white. He walks over to the sweetest looking dog and pats it’s head. It answers him with a light nibble on the head. This is Impossible. Impossible belongs to Blazing and Blazing belongs to Impossible. I belong to No One. No One belongs to me. I like it this way, because this way I can still be with all different people, but I’ll never belong to them and they’ll never belong to me. Like Blazing. I am with him forever and ever. Blazing is with me forever and ever, as well. This is a blog about Blazing. So prepare. Because Blazing will now be with you forever, too.