just another light that shines
i. the air circulates around me the sound of a steady hum, the shapeless exhale of a noise: soft -- sonorous -- ill-defined. the sky is darkness in transit; stars awaken in a celestial sea and appear as paper lanterns, hanging from some unseen thread. seconds give birth to days: each hour swiftly passes through without notice -- without hestitation -- as if pushed by the steady current of a waterfall: fluid in motion.
thoughts flow in like waves, and maturation breaks way to adolescence: memories and dreams, now dearly departed, of slick running pools coloured dark green; a heavy shade hanging overhead -- myopic daylight squinting through a canopy of trees; my body, tall and vigorous, but with rattled knees and ankles thin as sprigs: i could not, would not walk intrepidly across -- i would go around; companions swinging and leaping from tree to water and back to land, like primates. for the first time, i knew comfort: trees reached their arms to me as if offering friendship. and there, we built a home, overlooking a patch of distant modernism: concrete titans, bathed in black sea.
ii. i do not know what is worse: abruptly feeling fondly for someone months after you should, or knowing all the while that that person was never particularly fond of you at all.
thoughts flow in like waves, and maturation breaks way to adolescence: memories and dreams, now dearly departed, of slick running pools coloured dark green; a heavy shade hanging overhead -- myopic daylight squinting through a canopy of trees; my body, tall and vigorous, but with rattled knees and ankles thin as sprigs: i could not, would not walk intrepidly across -- i would go around; companions swinging and leaping from tree to water and back to land, like primates. for the first time, i knew comfort: trees reached their arms to me as if offering friendship. and there, we built a home, overlooking a patch of distant modernism: concrete titans, bathed in black sea.
ii. i do not know what is worse: abruptly feeling fondly for someone months after you should, or knowing all the while that that person was never particularly fond of you at all.