the girl i used to be has a terrible case of mistaken identity

Post 11 :: Description of a Place


It's almost as if there are two different worlds slipping together, edges sliding and overlapping seamlessly -- one in sunlight, the other in shadow.

The sunlight bounces off the grass, illuminating thin emerald blades with a golden shine; the shadows cast only accentuate the brightness, and though they swallow half the pond of grass, there, emerald becomes jade and melts into darkness, leaving all but everything to the imagination. The pointed leaves of a crooked tree flow over its branches like the waters of a fountain, brushing against broader, rounded leaves, attached to shorter, more delicate plants. They lean against the wall, silent, waiting.

Waiting for what, I wonder. Or for whom?

Each leaf is tinged with a bit of honey, sweet and waxy all the same; the sandy color bleeds easily into the green and contrasts with the maroon next to it, all in the same moment -- the same glance. Red-violet leaves, beautiful and foreboding, lie in shade against the grainy wall, casting shadows upon itself as doubts upon men, flickering ever so slightly in my vision. What would they look like in the sunlight?

Bold, dark leaves and thin, twisted trees.

So close to the light, and yet so far.

Or are they closer than we'll ever be?

"The closer you are to light, the larger your shadow becomes."