Pitching a Post for the Possible
There are a blank moments in my life. When I am devoid of thought and emotion and can find comfort in nothing. I stand on the balcony and stare out at a line of concrete built to house the 'corporate comfortable', while the wind just barely tickles my hair, so still is the evening. And there is meaning in staring at nothing and not comprehending anything. The grass is astonishingly green in summers. It is a hybrid breed that has been altered to last through the scorching 45 degree temperatures. I got up from the computer table and came outside. There is a strange sparse (even, unpretentious) uniformity to the saudi kapis planting along the wall. Like weak soldiers that pretend at guarding my space within this house. They wouldn't be able to stand up to anything. Not even a strong wind. ... and on cue it blows. I look onto leaves rustling and I am reminded of home. Everything is reminding me of home right now. I bared the last few months and now my skin is charred and peal...