:: 2010 27 August :: 9.41 pm

It smells like a freshness I've never been able to grip since the day it all ended. The clouds were billows of smoke, in any shape I could think of.

It was periwinkle blue.
Everything was blue, and green.. and bright. Like bright white hospital lights that weren't intimidating. I squinted a lot, I remember, as I dipped my toes in the serene water. I felt the fish nibble a bit, and it always made me jolt and go back for more.

I wandered behind the pond, and glided my fingertips along the petals of a hundred roses. The deep, abundant purple flowers of the Azalea bush caught my attention each time.
I floated on thoughts, and spoke imagination.

I wished for nothing.
I wanted nothing, for I had it all.

The grass never smelled uncut. The sun always shined through the trees, onto the grapevine trellis where I would hide secret treasures. It felt warm, like I was wanted, like a true home's caress.

No matter the season change, I remained invited. The aura called my name, and I never missed a step.

Beauty at its most vulnerable.
Unforeseen by most, witnessed by few.

A real-life Fairy-tale.

smear it