muriekid
a slab wall sitting no higher then the length of my outstretched arms over my head continued for miles, from one end to the other, repeating the same horizontal black and white pattern that ran across the boundary on each horizon passing through soft dusted prairie terrains, with one side toward the momentous sunset of yellows and oranges and the other the complete opposite direction.
kids hide behind trees. mocking parents, and throwing stones. breaking glass and chasing dogs and cats. devious, and innocent.
a blank stare captivated me as I stood in front of my colleague struggling to decipher the exact subtext of her statement.
dimly lit room, dusty rug, and the storm's sporadic lighting. I sit watching the cloud's instantaneous fires in the sky, to the sound of clinking droplets striking the barrier to the outside world. blanketed and safe.
the room was trashed. years of deterioration had taken its toll on this single room that sat high above four stories of other similar rooms. My hands were cold, as I exhaled into the numb fingertips.
progressing forward to determine personal limits. progressing deeper into the mind to ponder.
I feel uncomfortable, as I approach the room. A white hall leading into two doorways. I feel cold and alone underneath the reflexive autopilot.