Soaring

Read it slower than how you normally would, soak in the words and the meaning of it all.

We know of the creatures that has evaded the heavens. They take their flight in the call of the wind and they go about their day to stare off in the direction of the sun, their void of beady eyes shining with a golden glow.

I once wished of being a bird with a simple life and a simple nest, dying a simple death with no blood spilled. 

I would be the happy 

i thought.

The rough texture i felt my foot hit against the pavement, the walk home is long and hot as any other afternoon is, but i have to thank the graceful yellow sky that made it all worth it. Appreciation is a hard thing to posses, but i believe he taught me well on that matter.

Each cloud is different, the hues of light bounces differently at every rotation of the earth. The universe is vast, but theres so many tiny details you can miss out on.

Life is worth living in that way.

Etched in my heart are the words he said before his departure. I keep it in mind everyday as i watch birds in all variety perch itself on the withering Corkscrew Willow. It persists to grow at the side of a house against the giant wall of another building, i marvel at it everyday.

“We’ve lost.” there are no train tracks in town but i’d walk to any familiar place that resembles our last meeting. Grey but still azure, as the ocean is forever. The rough concrete ledge would always provide me a place to sit on.

A year ago this was where i’d meet my friend, now its a place i return to for solace. Where you seem to linger.

“Not all that different.” you’d probably say to me.

I don’t know why i wished upon the fireworks with all my heart that you’d somehow show yourself once more. Hoping to return all of the light you’ve given me, hoping to give you my time.

I wanna do all the things i want to do, with the exception that you’d be there to witness me. I wrote so many letters, drew so many pictures. I utter in my breath every night, desperately

Can you see me?