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