Enhancing My Thoughts (Or Destroying My Analysis) Seven Literally Masterpieces At a Time. J.K.

Imagine you’re walking through a forest; A forest of your choosing. The tree’s are as you see them. They may be tall, short, green, brown, or even blue. They may have a lot of branches are leaves, or they may have very little. The trees that I imagine are very tall. They’ve got little to no branches, and what they do have lie at the very top of the trunk. One has to really squint to see them, especially considering that the light shining through is more dominant than the obscurity blocking it. The roots that these grey trees are feeding from are large and overgrown. They once moved like water to wherever they wanted, but they’ve since found refuge in a place most comfortable to them. The obstacles that these tree roots have created are easy to move about, but it isn’t without effort; they’re everywhere.

I realize I have no reason for walking in a forest when I am suddenly stopped by the sight of a pot. A pot, as a closer look proves, a cauldron lies in the middle of my path. Not one someone might try cooking with, but brewing instead. The pot is about the size of a flesh covered skull and is made of copper. The rustic look it gives makes it look as though someone has tried brewing in it before, making it look both worn and black.

I could have easily walked around the pot, or cauldron as it may be, but I felt as though that would have defeated the purpose of the walk. This cauldron is in my path for a reason, but whatever the reason, I know not why. I have two choices: I can either keep in on me and pick it up, or step around it and continue on my path. I consider both options and decide to step to my left and continue through the sea of wooden legs. Had the trees been planet in a lineage fashion, my walk would be determined for me, as stepping diagonally or zigzag would feel unnatural, but as they’ve grown wherever they have, this is not the case. I can step wherever I want and that mind set is what led me to this river. I don’t know where it came from or why it is here, but it is in my way. I suspect passersby usually drown in it due to the fact that it is both wide and assumedly deep. But, being learned in the magical arts, I simply wave my wand and a bridge appears. I cross with ease and continue on my destination less journey.

After having crossed the river, the thought of my journey strikes me again. Where am I going? Where am I coming from? Where ever it is, I hope it is different than this forest; it gives me goose bumps. I ponder a little more on where I am when A wall comes straight for me. This is definitely the most difficult task I’ve encountered on this trek. The wall is neither climbable nor destroyable. I don’t know where it begins, ends, or hides. Using a spell I read about in a book, I make a small incision in the white brick in front of me. Doing this gives me the opportunity to peer through to the other side. Honestly, it isn’t much more appealing than where I am at. It looks as though there is a sunless desert on the other side with trees that are rotting and falling apart. The sand is grey just as the sky is. It is both freezing cold and oven hot at the same time, or so it seems. This cannot be what the other side looks like, surely... But I’ve been wrong before.

Upon analysis, the forest and trees represent how I see life. I see life as a dark and decrepit place, as we have it. There isn’t much life around, just things above me. The taller the trees, the more problems one might have. I’m told that if the trees were linear, life would be more smooth sailing because there aren’t very many reasons to keep you off track. Not only were they not, the roots also kept me on my toes. The pot is a representation of a love life. The bigger the pot, the closer to matrimony one is. If the pot is carried to the river, a matrimony will be well welcomed. The river is sex. I don’t remember exactly what
he said about it, but I like to think that if it is deep then so is her vagina. Mostly because I think that is funny... There was something to be said about if one was able to swim across it, step on rocks to get across, or find a broken tree, and cross it on foot. I don’t think the analysis had anything to say about magic. It is said that what you see on the other side of the wall is what you believe the afterlife to be. I guess it just goes to show you that I am a bitter soul—which is basically exactly how my day has been. I woke up way too early.


Derek Williamson
XOXOXO

P.S. I miss my Monkee. :( Me estran(~)o mi mono.