elena.tomasello
As I sat in the garden, made up completely of rose bushes, for I refuse to house any other flower, I saw a butterfly hop the petals. I watched as it changed from gold in the sunlight and then a light blue and white in the shadows. I watched as it floated to the stone fountain in the middle of the stone garden and take a long drink from the sweet water inside. I watched as it took off from the lip of the fountain, rising higher and higher as it goes. I couldn't help but think that that golden butterfly that could turn blue in an instant was the closest thing to divinity that I will ever see.
There was a garden in the backyard where wewould spend our evenings. It was overgrown and beautiful. When it rained the ground would soak up the water and the smell was the best in the world. We were the gardener, the designer, the soul owners of our own little home In the backyard.
I looked around the crowed terminal that would be empty in a matter of minutes if it wasn't for the excessive security checks and stamping of passports. Things would go a lot smoother if we just trusted one another. I scanned the large room again. All I could see were rows and rows of people, not one a familiar face. Maybe I had past some of these people on the street and I just didn't recognize them or maybe I really didn't know anyone. "Hey you ready to go?" I turned to my right. Ah! A familiar face. My wife and our two children were standing eagerly by myself. I picked up my daughter and swung her around so that she was hanging on my hip. "I got my luggage, I'm ready" her squeals of glee were muffled by the sounds of the other vacationers and businessmen.
The dog came up to me and licked my face. I was bathed in the sticky saliva as I kneeled down to run my fingers through the wire-y black hair. It was one of those nice looking poodles with an even nicer looking owner. I looked up at her and she smiled her bright red lips parting to show bright white teeth. She put a quarter in the plastic cup by the curb I use as a pillow and moved on. I will never forget the smile I fell in love with.
The dog came up to me and liced my face. I was bathed in the sticky saliva as I kneeled down to run my fingers through the wire-y black hair. It was one of those nice looking poodles with an even nicer looking owner. I looked up at her and she smiled her bright red lips parting to show bright white teeth. She put a quarter in the plastic cup by my camo coat and moved on. I will never forget the smile I fell in love with.
They tower over us like vultures ready to attack. I know they won't but to know they can is an unappealing sense of fear. They look so dominant up in their watchtower. They may think they're better than us, but we know better. We are not arrogant... we may not be strong... but one day we will gain freedom... whatever that is.
Life? Life is all about adapting. Why? That's a stupid question. A more suitable question would be why not? You can't change the things that happen to you in this crazy world we call home, you just can't. You must adapt to the things you have know control over. Hell, I've adapted. You just have to roll with the punches, deal with the changes you can't stop and adapt.
I stared into his eyes. "Are you serious?" I asked nervously. "Of course." My gaze traveled to the crystal ring in his palm, he couldn't afford diamond. I knew I loved him, but I've always had commitment issues. What can I say? I'm not a risk taker, I'm a planner. To make a spontaneous decision of this capacity was not a strength of mine. I looked at him, but had to look away. He looked worried, and he probably should have, I didn't know what to say. Finally I did what any planner would do and reflected. Can he support me? Yes. He may not be the richest man in the world, and it may not be a glamorous life, but I could make it work. You are in love with him aren't you? Of course. Then what's stopping you? "Yes!"
Remember when we were okay? When you didn't look at me like I was something rotten. Can you remember when you smiled? Can you remember the first time we kissed? The memories keep fading, like it was too long ago. I must force myself to backtrack or I will lose all that was good about you. Like the way you surrounded me with undying love, or the way you smiled at me when I laughed. I can't stand the way you look at me now, your eyes shooting arrows at my soul. I can't stand how distant we are, but what can I say? It's over, and there's no going back.
We stayed there every summer until it became routine. It was beautiful in the mountains, but quite unattractive in a different way. The mountainous view was quite splendid. You could see past the horizon and in the evening the sky went from blue to pink to blue again, this time darker. But it was so unattractive if you could not see the beauty. If you could only see the bug bites and the sweat, it was an unpleasant vacation, which negates the word itself. But to most of us who stayed in the cabin carved into the mountain, we found beauty.
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