I didn't get there at 4. But to be away from here, 4:16 PM and I wasn't here. Not by the mirror I eyed myself in until I saw nothing. I went to the beach, and this time all I brought was a book. Sitting, to be judged by the vast expanse of sea, I am the cat hiding behind the spiraling bush. Of times I sang to it after years of quiet. Gentle strokes.
Rays of fur and lanes of lavender.
Of stepping on every slab of stone, even when my legs have grown far past their timid strides. The stationed green swelling from the slate's embrace. Of the days when conversations didn't concern me. Cocooned in heads far higher than mine, and arms that hold all that rushes by us.
Of the slow hum of wild hair. And a day at the beach.
It was quiet in the car ride. A waiting, Calm captivation. The kind that makes you feel music ease over you. And your eyes fall to the washings of leaves across the street.
Trembling in each dip of wind. You watch them cry at the edge of the cars run. With an animals scurry and trance, lighter than the air as
The leaves turn, you see each color, warn to soil, and pasted to sky. Their nimble limbs scrape edges with asphalt. And you want to hear their slow sheen of through a dewy windshield but the music rings so beautifully.
The music that is a sad call to something you've never known.
There’s a silver lining to every devastation, or rather, a transparent lining that masks the remains of the forests in our world today. The Amazon with smoke billowing, reaching for the sky in a futile escape is a scene we’ve pushed far from our minds. And at the root of this voluntary ignorance, is the See Clean Project. It’s not so nice when we think about what we have allowed ourselves to lose. To see to outdated pictures, that reminds us how it really is underneath. This is not new news. I know just as much as the next person what we chose to hide. But we’re living with it, it’s what we’re doing. Seeing as it is in human nature to wish for the best it can be, it makes sense that we may even pretend it is. But, forgive me, as I point out how desensitized we have become. This is not some preachy, “make a change” campaign you are reading. I am showing you, and myself, what we have become. I present to us, the hard truth. This is not a problem we can brush under the rug forever.