Conscienciousness

I find myself standing in the middle of the road facing a barrier of mahogany trees. To my left is a welcoming blanket of small yellow leaves on the ground waiting for the others to fall from the tree. 
To my right, I see two paths, one with green wild grass taller than me and the other one, a dead end. Above are thin brush strokes against a canvas so blue that for a minute I thought I hear waves.
The colors of reality scream at me as if I've lived in black and white, muted dreams all along until
The scent stung my nostrils like everything we put on our bodies to mask our humanity all in one moment spat out by a blob that was holding it all in for 42 years.
The smell of leaves, freshly cut grass and sunlight on hair and skin burns. I see red. Bright, enveloping, causing me to palpitate in fear of the living.

"I am an X in an indeterminate equation. And that X is the rock upon which I stand." - Mario Puzo

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