To Leave Behind


Back.

I see it once more.

I see his back turned...the number insignificant because I've seen so many of them, each vastly different. Each reviving hope. Each, ever so deceiving. In this windy night, I embrace the chill once more, because my warmth again has left merely an empty echo.

I know, I understand. There is no one here, in this dimension of secret. Strolling through it myself, I smell the freshly moist grass, the sweet, sweet fragrance of white flowers tinted with a light shade of purple. Wide, leafy trees spanned all over the forest, providing shade from the sun. Rainbow colored pebbles lined the road, throwing back their marvelous colors, reflecting the small patches of bittersweet light. Beams of sunlight struck the forest grounds, but at one end of the thicket, it was too deep for light penetration, too deep for invasion, too deep...to be disturbed. Somewhere in there lies a sparkling lake--t'was not blessed by Mother Nature, nor acknowledged for existence. It was too small to even take up a speck on the map.

Few ever tread upon such land. For those who are familiar with such landscape have cringed with repulsiveness of such simplicity, turbulent weathers, and dark shadows. After all, they need no rainbow pebbles, for they've known roads paved with diamonds. They've smelled the wafting aroma of rose bushes, full of rich, red and yellow blossoms--even exotic ones in shades of spring sky, ocean tides and shades of midnight blue. They've seen beautiful lawn with multiple marble water fountains, spouting crystal clear water in the lucid sunshine.

Those who know not, cannot see.
Those who do know, have seen much more.

Very well, in this windy night, I will submit myself to the cold embrace. The clothing I have considered to keep me warm is indeed too expensive for me to wear.