FALTERING LIMBS AND COLORLESS SKIES.

It is mid-April and the showers have disappeared after a few hours; last year, April was quite disheartening and depressing and this year seems a lot more optimistic than usual. What is a result of staggered speech and unconscious walking is faltered living. Have not breaking a single inch of this pond’s surface, reflections wade still and the fish beneath the layer swim frantically and freely. The water mosquitoes glide smoothly and frictionless and the emerald toads’ tongues stretch in desire to capture rainbow dragonflies. Tadpoles squirm disorganized, cluttered in groups that could be captured in cupped palms. The wind has been calm for several hours but what seems to live for hours have turned into weeks as April is almost descending — transitioning into May, a month for rosy blossoms to bloom and decorate the air in front of us, fabricating our fear with exhilarating, luminous joy. Just a few feet away you can hear the calm stream flowing over moss-covered rocks, creating minuscule white tidal waves that the lily pads surf so gracefully. 
These days are quite dreary and beautiful it its own way, but inexperience of such imaginative scenes are the worst of obstacles. Knowing what you want to know but you really don’t know it, it is like being able to be in reach of something you want but you can’t have it. But instead, you step back and watch another take it from you. It seems that we are no longer sure of whether we are devastated that we lost what we wanted badly to someone else or if we should feel better because there is probably something better than the item itself. As if you were to look into the mirror, you see something better than you expected of yourself. These broken smiles have long endured the shattered mirrors and maybe it’s time that someone replaced these old things. The freckles are fading away from your soft, pink chinks and your dimple is filling up.
Sometimes, these jade-green fields are a lot more vibrant around August and the way they generate tides after tides of reflective sunlight, gleaming with powerful shine, it seemed nearly impossible to miss during the long car rides. Sometimes, everything just seemed better in thought clouds. 
Sometimes, just sometimes.