Sfiso

In the garden

Inhale,wind moves through my skin like a million tiny steel hands grabbing arms making my hand stand on end. The garden doesn't look like it used to, dark purple flowers as dark as ink blot stains color various parts of the garden over grown. A swirl of dry pinkish green leaves stand shriveled and tall , almost like a beauty queen long past her glory days. Soon I'm no longer looking at the garden yet my eyes haven't moved from it, my mind have become the eyes through which I view the world. The garden is no longer a garden,it's me , what once was promising is now a prime example for failed potential. These overgrown flowers ,weeds and insects crawling about remind me of my own state of mind. Exhale, the sun is something of a whip lashing at my skin ,making it red and raw with sun damage. The scars on my arm seem to stand against my skin in the heat begging to be noticed. Various cuts and slashes now faint scars lined my arm as the assortment of bricks and stones line the garden,barriers to my peace. Ash falls besides my feet and I'm reminded of the cigarette held between my fingers , the sun's glare capturing the smoke as it rises creating an almost beautiful cloud fading away into the atmosphere the higher it raises. Even under the powerful light of the sun,I sat sullen in sadness as dark thoughts clouded my mind rendering the sun merely an orange ball in the sky. The heat seemed somehow to seep into my pores, burning skin from within but my body lay still,still as the flowers that lay unmoving when the wind is nowhere to be found. This can be fixed I thought,but as soon as my caught on to that thought ,the quicker it began to seem like an impossible task ,the tiny match of hope ignited in darkest corners of my mind had only served to cause an explosion of doubts and insecurities.