by Zachariah Langley

Created on: March 06, 2011

It was beautiful, if you wanted to put a word to it.. but that would be impossible. To him this was the gates of Heaven. The water looked like white lava lamp light melting and forming crests where the other liquid and light would meet. Above the sky was clear and almost the same color as the water as a slight warm breeze began to blow. Extending his arms the water raises from the ocean floor and a face forms in the liquid lava.

"I've been waiting for you," the face says with the sounds of the ocean behind it's voice. "I've been waiting for you since the beginning."

"I know," he says smiling up at the face that looks like his own, now smiling back. "There's so many things I want to ask you." The face turns serious, and it's eyes blink like it can't believe what it's hearing.

"But you can't ask me any questions now," the face says melting and reforming. He looks up at it with a look of disbelief.

"What do you mean," he asks questioningly. "You mean after all I've been through I can't finally find out why?" The face rolls backward, melts again, and forms his face.

"Because you're not supposed to be here," it says as the face melts into the wall of water behind it. Another face forms, this time of a face he's seen in his dreams. A face he's seen most of his life, and never really thought about it as it is now in front of him.

"I was told that if I wanted it to stop I'd have to.."

"And you did," the face says smiling. "But it isn't your time." The man looks around him, at all the peace, energy, and answers.. and his eyes fills with tears.

"There's nothing for me back there," he says looking at the beautiful sand between his toes with tears slowly coming down his face. Suddenly he feels an invisible hand wipe them away, and looks back at the face. It melts and turns back into his.

"Nonsense," it says to him, now in his voice, but with the same oceanic effect. "When you walk down a path, all you see is what is in front of you and to your sides for that moment. That is the "now," his voice says to him. "But in the now, you can't see what I've laid out later on down the path."

"Like what," he says looking in the face with fire in his eyes. "More pain?"

"Pain, beauty, agony, ecstasy," it says melting and reforming a face that fits with each word. "Comedy and tragedy," it says melting into the iconic dual face with one smiling and the other crying. "No great person ever made it through life without some kind of scars," it says forming his face again. "And we both have

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