ALizzyJ
She willed the cup to come to her from where it rest on the table across the room.
Tried and tried until her eyes strained and her head hurt.
Resigned, she got up, walked over to the thing, and picked it up.
Maybe next time.
The ground flew beneath me, dirt, rocks, sticks, and leaves, all flying by in a blur as I flew along the path.
Bishop ran in front of me, his tail disappearing around a corner before I caught sight of him again as I rounded the curve, pushing up another hill.
My heart pounded, sweat dripped down my back, my breath came in gasps.
This is what I loved about the nature trail, what I lived for.
On pavement, it was easy. Flat. Uninteresting.
But in nature, life moved around you. With you. In.
A challenge. To lift yourself out of life and go back to your roots in the rushing of the stream, of the smell of the dirt.
A challenge I gladly accepted.
His clothing had a musty smell to it, no matter how freshly washed it was. It lingered after he was already long gone, leaving me clinging to the bed sheets and pressing my nose into the fabric furniture, desperate to catch one last wisp of him before he disappeared completely from the space.
"This isn't a game!" I snapped at him, slapping down my paper on the cigarette burned pool table.
His eyes stared back at me, unflinching and giving nothing away. "Who says I'm playing any game?"
Living away from my family has taught me many things. The value of true love and care, the inseparable bond we share, that blood is thinker than water. What it's taught me most, though, was that there truly is no place like home.
I am patient. I am kind. I can be your peace of mind. I am what you love, I am what you care. I am what you look for, when I’m not there. This is something words can not define, but you, my dear can try and try. I'm hiding, I'm waiting, you'll meet me someday. But until then, my love, be on your way.