|We must be surveying two separate portraits, because the one I am looking at is not a pretty picture.|
So, it's sort of like summer. The earth, glowing in the deluge of the sun. Bathing suits are walking past, accompanied by sunglasses and the like. You can even make out the globules of sweat forming on heads. The wearers run wildly for the sweet felicity that is the ocean, on such a sweltering day. The air itself is baking in this fever.
Except, all you can feel are the snowflakes falling on your pink nose. And upon every exhalation, you are able to witness a small cloud of heat escaping from your lips, and dissipating into the surrounding atmosphere. You pine for the warmth that the rest of the world seems to have found so effortlessly.
If I could characterize the perturbation in my heart, I might be able to experience relief and satisfaction.
Alas, my strings are snapped.
My vena cava is pinched.
And my atriums are obstructed.
But how do I say that effectively? How can I convince you of how rueful I am? How can I assure you that it wont happen again?
How can I relieve doubt that you are the most chimerical thing in my life, and that if I were to come to lose you, I would lose myself as well?
I really am so sorry.
|I miss when we were too young to be different from one another.|
I wanted to watch something grow. I wanted to give life to something beautiful. I wanted to take care of something I loved.
So I bought a shrub.
It was miniature, and rather quaint. I watered it on the days that I found it to be dry, and I combed its leaves for foreigners. But as the days passed, my shrub did no longer satisfy.
So I bought a cactus.
Now, this cactus was different. It had a lovely pink flower in the center of it, and required little from me. Setting it in my window, I was happy for a time. But again, I grew tired of this organism.
And then I found a cherry blossom.
It was exquisite. It was everything I had ever missed, everything that my heart yearned for. It had beauty, and grace, and simplicity. I could sit on my porch all morning long, gazing up at it. Every day I was happy, and never did I tire.
But one day, as I was embracing my delight, I found something odd. Something leafy, and grotesque. I let it be, and as the days passed, it tortured and destroyed the one thing that I had ever found myself truly enamored with.
And now I sit in the soil where my treasure once stood, with all of its might and elegance that no longer is.