Hydrologic cycle: Infiltration

I sat there facing you. Your smile, in all its shine and brightness, greets me. You are indeed one of a kind. A beauty that I can’t grasp. True enough, my hand could only reach out and lightly graze the side of cold air. The stinging pain, a simple reminder of how overly special you have become. 

Sighing seems to have dominated my exhales. Isn’t this wonderful? I turn away to face the brown wall instead. I sit up on my bed, fully facing the brown wall. Curling my hand into a ball, I slammed it hard onto the wall. The pain from the knuckles stings but I could only smile. It feels better than the hurt coming from within. At least, this effect I can understand. 

Opening up my hand, feeling the hard wall with my palm, seeing the red marks of the trickles of blood on the back of my hand, my smile lingers. This type of visual telling me that I’m suffering from physical pain, I can fully grasp. Having such understanding, how can one not be gleeful. It shows sanity and logic. Something that you took away from me,

Once I had snap out of my glee, I open the curtains, letting the sunlight in. Its ray hitting my skin. The heat from it, my mind registers. That I can understand. The frustration of heat, the annoying breath of living condensing on the window. This I can comprehend. 

Sitting down once more, I watch the view from my window. I am alive. I stood up. Taking out my phone, I hit 4 then pressed call. Hearing it ring before going straight to voice meal. ‘Where are you? Did I not show patience, tolerance and impeccable love? Where are you?’ I spoke into the lifeless phone. ‘Last chance, stop this or be forgotten.’ I hung up. 

Next, I pressed 0 then call. Another voice mail. ‘Dinner tomorrow? A make up for yesterday. Text the time and place. My treat.’ I said as I had placed my wager. The call ends. Dinner will occur although I have not received any form of acceptance or objection. I lied down on the floor. Happy with myself despite not cleaning the drying blood on my right knuckles.

Such stupidity coming from me, my knowledge of life has been fully infiltrated. This is living.