Chapter 9: Army of Four

Barefoot feet chanted with the waves. Feet went all over. He knew he would feel embarrassed if anyone was looking on. "How freeing" he thought, "I need to frolic more often" he concluded.

Again, rebellion, another minute manifesto. Predictable. And he turned to gazing the sky above. The stars moved circularly as his body turned. He finally felt somewhat dizzy and realised the extent of stupidity of the self-convincing process he had inadvertently engaged in. Quickly, X wondered if he was going a koo-koo. "It may be due to your solitude.. You mist be developing a crazy personality trait that is so deep you cannot even notice..." As his mind continued, a wave served as a reminder that he was dizzy , intoxicated and continued to fail at the grasping. And just as he was ready to give up. He turned.

X turned and a presence, of something, many dark structures, rose above him and called in. His vision trapped. He tilted his head above. Forty five degrees up. His back faced the ocean. His eyes saw five tall lanky structures blossoming large at this very top. Palm trees, grand, metallic green, common images that were not quite themselves just then. Just amazing metallic giants, that seemed ready, like the fiercest Napopleonic army, walking down on the moon's lit up catwalk, ready to stomp the ocean.

On they marched towards X. Down on him. He felt wonderfully helpless. Lightning. At last.

X smiled. And felt like yelling at them, orgasmically pleading to be trampled upon. Allowing all four of them to march him. "There will be no repercussions," he assured them in a loud voice. And so, in the bright silver green textures, of what would be branches at day, he recognised faces. Lyon faces that felt perpexically human. Gazing directly at him.

He yelled once: "what am I supposed to do now?"

The four palm tree lions slanted slightly. "The wind", X thought. "The wind interrupted their answer". I shall ask again. He looked East, West, no one there, and yelled again, ever loudly, happily and not desperately, "please, tell me... what the hell am I supposed to do now?" No answer came back. The wind had inadvertently turned the lion faces. The glare seemed to become once again, just green. The lion faces were not there. The metallic features transformed into green organic textures of leaves and their shadow. With razor edge sharp leaf palm tree edges.

X had been present. He took on more than he could. Regardless, a pinnacle was reached. No voices. No sounds. Just the ever present arrival and retreat of waves was felt again. Just the light of moon light gliding over the ocean waters. Incredible temptation to continue. He wanted to laugh at himself, too. As far as he was concerned, he was present. That moment was real. That moment reminded him of lust he had not felt in year. Pure. Unusual.

And so X reached down to the bottom of his flowing blue shirt and removed it. As then he reached to the grab his underwear and shorts.He skilfully removed them at once. To stand on a beach, at age of 28, naked. His body firm. Toned. Tanned. It was aroused over a conversation with a palm tree army of four. He was not ashamed. He was above. HE had, at last reached the moment.

The wind felt ecstatic against X's testicles. His thighs breathe to glory. All it due to air particles carrying random ocean drops to his skin. HE realised why he had arrived here. He did because of feeling simple. Because simple reality, simple universe, became manageable, and tangible. And beautiful. No common place. Eternal place. It had not arrived for the longest time. He could not recall a last instance of such emotion.

X went to question: "was this a simple continuation of the days when I ran wildly as a toddler on beaches and imagined things? : How ridiculous, X concluded. HE felt angry at this very thought. Were all the encounters of youth so frail? Are all encounters with adulthood always referenced? Do we need to be reassured to feel and only then experience innocence?"

X dressed furiously. Really bothered by the inmmaturity of the moment. "Way to kill as buzz, bravo"