Somewhere beneath the sultry skin of an
apple lies a soul. As humans, we feel a lack of
connection for soul. Soul to me is something that people
cannot see nor is it what we can attest to. Soul is a power that overwhelms us
into feeling for things. A lot of people can attest though to the beauty and
tenderness of an apple, and that to me is soul. Refuge is one of the feelings
that most cannot see when it comes to a simple apple; it was as if they were
blind to it. The truth is that refuge can be one of three different
things: protecting myself from the outside world (the dictionary definition
that I have created for refuge), the greatness it actually possesses, or even
the perception of weakness that, at times, we humans all possess. It was not
until I stared into the depth of my lunch sack and caught an apple with my
gaze, that I had realized that refuge had broadened my understanding of what an
asylum really was.
I feel heart
ache every time I wonder about freedom and success, but with a bounty
so amazing why not think? Though this train of thought felt like an asylum, it
was just a bounty known as apple. This is a bounty that's red exterior,
emulates everything great. I lay down on that bench and then took a bite of
bliss. The taste could have emulated sin, honestly indescribable.
As stories
go, Adam and Eve grazed onto this same crimson red apple millions of years ago
and they found that its taste was bound by sin. Some might also say that this
is Gods endless bounty, but as I too gaze into this apple I find a sympathetic
heart pondering back at me. With a mesmerizing look like the glare you see when
the water is dead still in a lake, a reflection one cannot deny. What shall I
say when this light blinds me in the eye and such beauty is taken away? Will
the redness in my check appear as bloody as the silky glaze covering the apple?
These are the questions I ponder upon when I stared into the heart of a blood
soaked apple. But even refuge might not look like an apple at all times, when
the apples reddish exterior had parted the layers beneath revealed a mushy wave
of trouble. It reveals stories some may neglect due to painful experiences or
accidents with the true intention of never looking back. But, the feeling I got
when I poured my soul into this apple was mutually the feeling of another type
of refuge as well as a mutual feeling with the many others who have experienced
this once before. It was a heart wrenching level inside of my heart dropping to
its lowest point yet. And in the end refuge still lies with the beholder. No
matter what makes you see it, be that apple you ate, or that person you met,
refuge still makes you free just like the sons of liberty.
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