I haven't thought of a title for it, here goes nothin i'm write rubbish haha
The peculiar thing about Zeme as he was surrounded in fabric was his dumb, forced smile. He wailed his arms around wildly as he thought about the better days. Zeme is an intense thinker, on a day like today you could see him under a tree daydreaming.
He would ponder thoughts such as Plato’s Theory of Forms as he flipped a gold coin up and down. He examined the coin, intrigued by how circular it was, yet even though it shared from the form circularity, Zeme will never, ever see a perfect circle. The mind is the exception, he would close his eyes and think of a perfect circle, yet one will never be translated to the real world, and the tangents his mind would go on while he thought were impeccable. What is the form of a human? Is there no such thing as a perfect… average human, except for the mind? Lots of questions to ponder, yet there is one Zeme has thought of an answer to.
Beauty, when Zeme thinks of the most perfect, beautiful thing in the world, the answer is obvious. His unborn child, no matter how messed up in the head, or ugly, or imperfect, will be perfectly beautiful. Zeme is willing to die for something he hasn’t even seen yet, can’t fathom seeing, just at the thought of how unconditionally beautiful his unborn child will be.
And when Zeme gets angry, he often thinks of the wind at his back as he fell through the air, the once in a lifetime pain at the impact point and the height of the splashes. He thinks about how his father is messed up in the head for emptying out the burlap sack and surrounding him. But the thing that really itches him is how beautiful he is to his father, and the only possible justice would be to sucker punch him right in his hate spewing mouth. Zeme is done thinking for a while, and justice is going to take a break today, because it is the snapping point. The only decisions left are that of the ocean to decide where to take Zeme’s body. The sun has decided to set, his father has decided to jump, and the tale has decided to be left untold.
