I took a walk through a neighborhood. in a town I’ve never been to. It’s such a pretty neighborhood. I stood near a four way stop and listened. I heard the hummingbirds wings, the peacock calling out, the leaves dancing on the trees. And the smell.. The smell of spring. flowers blossoming. The scent of old leaves and new ones. The smell of watered grass and soil. I stood there hoping someone would come out of their house so I could ask them how their day was. I almost stopped to ask a man picking from a tangerine tree how he knew which ones were right to pick. That was until I saw his wife sitting in the car waiting to make a run from the tree that wasn’t theirs. Still though. I walked and listened. And let the sun kiss my skin until it was tight. I imagined running through the sprinklers on someone’s lawn. The feel of wet grass and water that would clothe my skin. I wondered what it’d be like to climb the tree in the front yard, how far could I see? How high could I climb? If I laid in the grass would I fall asleep, or dream a day dream? There are no clouds in the sky today. Just the untouchable color of blue. To someone watching me walk around their neighborhood they might have thought I was mad, and they’d be right. I’m mad with the idea of what it would be like to live a different life, one of sound, smell. Color. What if I was the scent of a flower, the sound of the hummingbirds wings, the color of the untouchable sky. I’m mad with an idea.
I’m so incredibly lonely and sad; I’m scared everyone can see it.