Journal, Diary, & Blogging / The sky and the ground

Standing in the front of the chilled, smudged glass, One foot rested on the metal radiator that stands out beneath, looking out at the sky. The skies that seem to know no time and can always make you believe the same story if it pleases. I listen to the clouds as they calmly pass by and tell me today is yesterday and the day before. I smile in the comfort of their words until I look down and see you walking on the ground. For some reason the ground does not treat me the same, its wear and tear forces me to confront the old man the sky lead me to believe I had gotten away from, time. You walk alone, in a single file. You seem not to know or even care that I can see you anymore. You don’t look up for me as you use to. You have some how allowed yourself to become ignorant to me, to you, to us and what we use to have. It all comes rushing back now, that you told me to forget and never bother you again. You want me to act as if we never met. How could I, when my belly is so obviously raised and nature commands me to nurture half of your DNA. How could I when you still own my life source, the sun for my life, my heart. Failing at all attempts I try again and again to make your wish my command. I know that I can’t so quickly I rush to the place I just saw you so I could breathe your air, and in my mind I am next to you. I walk the exact steps you took and in my mind I walked with you. I look as far as my eyes can see but you are not there. You could stand right in front of me and still you are not there. Screaming, and wailing my arms I try to get your attention, but instead I am invisible to you. Tomorrow will come and the sky will lie to me again, and I will smile and listen until the ground tells me the truth.

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