One.

One.

A familar spot where the lambs would lay in silence and look upon the cool sky. The sky where everything would blend and make sense for once. This place was lost though, in my mind it disappeared. Or did it ever exsist?

The light would tease me. Fall upon my eyes and let me think of the times. The good times. But then darkness would come and take its place again. I couldn't blame it. The darkness has to go somewhere, right? It couldn't stay hidden in the depths and shadows forever.

It was so cold in the darkness. I get lost in my own mind and seemed to wander forever.

Until she came.

It was hard to find my way out sometimes. But once I did, it was almost like I could see. I could feel the warmth, if there was any. The hiss of the wind and the bite of frost. Shhhhh of rain, and the cooooeing of the trees.

Geneva was my name, and She told me her name was Mother. Mother strongly suggested that I listened to the nature. That I could listen to what I saw.

Mother told me to open them. I obeyed her unfortunatly, and saw nothing. Life shattered again and I reliezed I was nothing more than the girl sitting by herself listening to Mother. To someone, who claimed to be her. I could no longer feel her like I normally did. If she was me, where would I go?

My cheek felt a green sensation. The back of a leaf had grazed my cheek. It was odd at first. I had no idea what had happened. Heat raised in my cheek, and I wiped it with the back of my hand. So I closed my eyes and listened to what I could see.

The green I felt.

Green!

Mother was so proud of me. She told me to never forget what to do. I promised Her even though I wasn't even sure She was real. That someone as powerful and wise as Mother could ever exsist!

I tried telling others. They did not believe me about Mother or me feeling colors. Mother understood.

I kept my mouth clamped. People began to worry that I may never speak to another person so long as I live. But I couldn't trust anyone who couldn't trust me. Why should I listen to such lies they tell me if thats all I hear if I do talk to them?

A boy, Vincent, told me he heard.

He heard Mother and that he knew I heard Her too. I was a hard shell in this place they sent me, but I cracked for this boy.

I asked him what he knew about Mother, anything.

Vincent saw me. I never saw Vincent. But I could feel his pale tan color, and smell his shape. His eyes were brown and his shoes were always black. His hair was dark golden wheat and his pockets were always tucked in just right. No one tried to seperate me and Vincent because he told them not to. Persuasive, was Vincent.

Sometimes at night I would sneak to see him. Mother would tell me that was a bad thing to do, but never scolds me to much. I could feel She knew I needed him.

Vincent was my savior from Others.

Vincent wanted to be a person who writes for the newspapers. He wanted everyone to read his writing when they pulled out the Sunday. I didn't quite understand at first, and he asked me what did I want to be. He asked me why I was frowning.

That night I dreamed I was on a hilltop and looking out onto an orange-gold ocean. I could see all the colors and hear all the sounds and tastes all the things I could taste. Then a giant rock fell into the ocean and all the colors turned into grey and all the tastes and smells turned to nothing but air. Air, nothing there.

My head hurt when I got up. I told someone in white as I left my room. Her name was Tammi, and she was very nice looking. She told me she would get some aspirin and that I should wait in my room.

But I wanted to see Vincent.

He was waiting for me by the gardens. He told me all the colors of the flowers and let me feel their beautiful rainbow of hues and shades. I cut my finger on a rose, and he kissed if for me. My face was red and I couldn't see anything anymore but him.

Darkness would take over during time for bed. All the wonderful sounds would suddenly stop and nothing but whispers were heard. All the things I could taste were tasteless, and all the colors and shapes I could feel were nothing but nothing.

Mother would always find me and say everything would be alright.

Dreams suddenly took over me and I didn't feel alone. I was in a large grass area, and surrounded me lay little lambs. None of them looked towards me, as I took in every detail of the world of colors, sounds, tastes, touches. I didn't relieze what they were looking at. So I joined them in the staring.

I saw nothing but blue. And then different sounds, blending, tastes, touches, everything! I was not afraid. Because I could feel the light guiding me through whatever was there. Something holding my hand and letting me move on.

Vincent was very happy about seeing me the next day. He told me his dream.

Mother told me about Vincent, that he was special. About me and him, how we were connected. I couldn't see the connection, but feel it and know it was there. She told me that Vincent could help me see more.

Just close your eyes...

And what do you see?

Dreams, sparkles, hopes?

Dream, my child. Dream about a wonderful place where the colors never end, and the smells are extra sweet, while the touches only feel what you want. Dream about hopes. Fly away, to it. Fly away to it and land upon the sunset hilltop. Watch the orange-gold ocean, and do not let the rock fall and take the colors away. Let me, push it away.

I am you. And you are me.

We are...One.

I am One with Mother, One with Him, One with the Light that shines through the darkness.