Flowers

Fair fields of pale face, how I yearned to be swept away into such where my body could lay. Perhaps I had always been deprived. A clearing spanned far ahead. Nothing but natural growth ensued. Flowers of all sizes and shapes... roses, orchids, lilies, and hydrangeas... all varying shades of pink to red... They were of complete beauty.

I looked toward my feet. Many flowers made up the ground where they were placed. They were strange... a stench wafted toward me... how hadn’t I noticed it before? Their appearance as terrifying as their scent... bodies of red spotted with yellow.... the center taken by a gaping hole... one with spikes... petals that housed an outstretched arm... they were unsettling. How had I managed to not notice? How could a field housing such atrocities ever be looked upon with eyes regarding beauty? The area behind me was made up entirely of them. A field of hideous nature as far as the eye could see... eyes that lacked poor vision of course. Would it be cowardly to turn away? To ignore? To only face what’s convenient for myself? To ignore the negativity? To ignore the misdoings? To ignore the mis teachings? Could I continue a path of ignorance? Could I follow such a path? Could I love despite such?

I walked forward. I wasn't in the place to do anything of contrast.

A grass path lay between the flowers. I was thankful for a section between, I hadn’t any urge to crush. I hadn't the need to feel responsible. I looked toward the sky. It was yellow. Very yellow. Perhaps a sunset? Perhaps forest fires? I didn’t know.

Many thin clouds were comprised in the close quarters of the sky. Strands of hair... flowing for eternity... perhaps the nature that surrounded... perhaps it made up something greater... a god perhaps? Or was nature just nature? Could any value come from appreciation without benefit? Had the world any need for things to explain what had already been explained? Though anything could be real in one’s own mind.

The path of grass became one of concrete. It led to long everlasting highway roads. The sky pitch black as cars sped by. I had never liked cars. They were ugly. They were ugly and expensive. They killed joy. They killed nature! But they were necessary to get away from the fields... what could one do in a field of flowers for eternity? What could one do surrounded only by scenery? Was its beauty worth such a stationary life?

I had nowhere to go. Only out of my daze. I could only look at what’s in front of me with a clear mind.

He sat. We sat in warm water.

He was looking to the side. He usually wasn’t this discreet. Had he realized the importance of my presence? Had he realized my real value? I wanted to speak to him. But what did we share? Any interests? Any similarities? How were we connected? Was our connection strong enough to last? Could our dependance on one another sustain our connection?

“Do you like any movies?” I asked.

He turned toward me.

“Yeah. I watch live action foreign things dubbed.” He replied.

I was shocked. Completely distraught. Could you even consider that a real watch? Wouldn’t the concern of completely mismatched lip flaps distract the viewer. I was shaking in rage.

“CAN’T YOU USE SUBTITLES? CAN’T YOU? HOW COULD YOU EVEN SAY THAT YOU WATCHED SOMETHING LIKE THAT? IT COMPLETLY KILLS THE ORIGINAL MEDIA! KILLS IT!” I yelled.

He stared at me blankly.

“I can’t read.” He said.

“...oh” I whispered, perhaps in shame.

“... what’s your favorite food?” He leaned back into the tub after speaking. Pushing his legs underneath where I had my legs (bent at the knee to take up less space). He was short. He could fit in a bathtub without any necessity for awkward leg placement.

“I like... I really like rice cakes.” I said.

“... that’s gross...” He leaned further back to submerge his head in water.

“Are the bags I had alright?” I asked.

“... yeah. You were in the house when I found you. The blue thing you were holding was all over everywhere.” He lifted his head up. His hair was wet.

“Did you pick it up?” I questioned.

“... no.” He lifted his hand out of the water and watched the droplets fall from his fingers.

“Have you ever dated anyone before?” I asked.

“... maybe... I don’t know” He lowered his hand back into the water.

Seemingly done with questions. He moved closer to me. He held himself by his hands... he was on his knees. He crawled closer and wrapped his arms around my torso. He was sitting between my legs. His arms around my torso. My torso in his arms. His head on my chest. My chest on his head.

Wasn’t this indecent? Naked in a bath hugging? I didn’t care... I didn’t care what our relationship was. I didn’t care what others thought of us. I was happy.

I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer.

“What do you think of me?” I muttered; embarrassed.

“... I like you.” He said.

I lifted his face up and away from my chest, I looked him in the eye. His face smooshed between my hands. I pressed my lips against his. He sat up on his knees and reciprocated. Our connection to each other deepened. I wasn’t afraid of accepting him into my life. My life already revolved around him. It couldn’t be considered new at this point. He was within my heart. Was I within his? Did I matter to him? I didn’t know. I didn’t care. We were connected, even if only on a physical level...