He Calls Me Harmony

Chapter twenty seven: Man In The Mirror

The three basis of life; love, money, and survival. They are entrusted with our faith and competence. They fill a vital void we humans so graciously build for ourselves. I say that with the up most sarcasm. With each of those word's, only two have more than one syllable. I say this because one has to work twice as hard when it comes to them. Where as love, seemingly can stand on It's own. All one has to do is believe.

Over the past few month's (Which would add up to a year Michael and I have been together), I have been able to find peace within my religious life. I have not told Michael yet, but I wish to venture into the world of a Jehovah Witnesses; as one. I have not told Michael because I know he has stressed over and over that he does not want me to feel forced into the religion. I do not feel rushed nor forced. I have honestly taken a liking to the religion in itself. Something about it feels right to me. Since it is that time of season where flower's are still in full bloom and the temperature had risen to It's hottest in California history, I have decided to confront Michael on my newfound decision. It is something about the signs mother nature gives us. On this beautiful eve of summer, mother nature gave me the gift of reasoning. I have reasoned with thought to become a proportion in Michael's personal or religious life. It is my way of maintaining a center ship in his beautiful world. Since it is the summer, I no longer have classes. I can honestly say I am a bit saddened by this. I want to so badly be able to take on the pharmaceutical field. I know patience is a virtue, but it is also a pain in one's hind end. I awake to The sounds of small bird's chirping on the new day that has begun. I smile to myself remembering the morning I woke up next to Michael, after our wonderful night before. Come to think of it, I have been pondering on that beautiful night for quite some time. The memory of our bodies clinging together simultaneously in a rhythm that cannot be repeated amongst others. The beautiful word's he spoke in my ear as he loved me. Reminiscing about it brings back those emotions I felt. It must have been on my face because a woman was tapping my shoulder. I shake my head in an attempt to come back from my fantasy. "Umm miss are you Okay? I have been watching you out here smiling to yourself... I honestly became a little worried", The woman stressed, her beautiful hazel eyes growing from concern. I nod in assurance before answering her. "I actually was just daydreaming...", I stated a little embarrassed. Now that I think about it, how did I get out here? I glance around at my surroundings. I am in the middle of my parents yard, in pajamas. The woman, who was still watching me as if I was a mental patient, gives me a smile. "Umm sweety do not take this wrong... but are you intoxicated? ", My eyes bulge at her question. The woman digs in her jogging pang pocket. "I umm can call someone if-", I shake my head. She is agitating me. "No thank you...I'm fine, Really... look I will just go back inside... Thank-you ", Before she could say another word I jogged off. I enter the house dumbfounded. I do not know how I ended up outside. I shrug it off and continue about my morning. I hate that I am living with my parents still. They refuse to let me buy or rent my own apartment. "Honey Why waste your money on a apartment when you have a open room here...at home?", mother would ask tilting her to the side in question. I would turn to my father, only for him to reiterate what mother had said. I never win in these types of discussions. I have a hypothesis of why they refuse to let me own an apartment. His name; Michael. After finding out Michael asked my hand in marriage, my parents have been dubious of his motives. I have tested the fact that Michael's decisions has never had a alternate motive other than love. But given the fact that my parent's are as stubborn as mules, they ejected my claim with a warning: "You are moving too fast with this man...we support your decision on loving him and wanting to be with him, but marriage crosses the line...", My father would state angrily, pounding his fist into the counter. Therefore I have given up on construing anything to them about Michael's and I relationship. Anyways, I still plan on paying Michael a visit. It will be another one of my many infamous bolt from the blue appearances. I exit my personal bathroom and glance around my room, until my eyes fell on my huge wall mirror that hug perfectly above my dresser. Tugging at my wrinkles in my denim Miss Me jeans and my floral tee, I sigh in satisfaction of my attire. Slipping on my mocha tainted  Indian boat shoes, I exit my room on to my next endeavour. As I glided down the stairs that led to the den, my stomach began churning with butterflies. I just cannot wait to see him. I finally reach the front door, the butterflies still very active in my stomach. Once outside I make my way to my motor scooter, dressing in my safety gear. Once I was ride ready, I climbed on and rode off.