The light bounces
And reflects off of me
Going straight through me
In a garden of stone
I reach out to touch the wall
As it shies away
"Why wont you let me hold you stone?"
The light reflecting
"Im not stone, this is glass"
I sigh in despair
Turning to face another stone wall
The lights reflect and shimmer off
I reach out to swipe the moss off
"I have no moss"
I walk away from the mossy stone
I lay on the concrete
Or
"Concrete"
And wish for a glass garden
I rattle the doorknobs
Push and pull and skip rocks in frustraion
"Its unlocked"
I rattle again
And again
On a locked door
I walk out of the garden
Door swinging wide
Wishing for a key
