(Read in beige. Not white. Not black. Beige)
I sit there in the flower fields, alone.
But... I don't feel sad. I like being alone. Only with a single tree and a field of flowers for company. Animals? I like those but they are not in my flower fields.
There are many flowers in my flower fields. There are roses, tulips, lavenders, poppies, and many that I do not bother to name. Why? Because I am busy being alone in my flower fields.
The single tree in the flower fields. It is alone, like me. The tree is untouched and unharmed. You will not find any initials and hearts on the tree. I believe you won't even be able to find my flower fields.
Sometimes I like to bask in the sunlight. Sometimes I like to read a book under the shade of the tree. I like to change things. I like to repeat things. The only thing that stays the same in my flower fields... is that I am alone.
The flower fields is my safe place. Not happy. Not sad. Just calm and safe. No one can hurt me in flower fields. Nothing will hurt me in flower fields.
It is never rainy in flower fields. It is only sunny or cloudy. It never rains in my flower fields. There is no water in my flower fields.
How is everything alive if there is no rain? Do not ask me. Ask the sky. Ask anyone else. But do not ask me.
If I am in my flower fields, please do not follow me. Unless I let you come with me, you are not welcome to my flower fields.
You call me harsh and strict. I do not agree. I just want to be in my safe place.
What else do I do in my flower fields? I do not remember.
Why did I choose my flower fields? I do not know.
How do you get to my flower fields? Just follow the road and wait till I let you in.
Why have I named it my flower fields? Because simple names are easy for me to remember.
One day, I ran away to my flower fields. I was sad again. I could not breathe. Everything was blurry. My heartbeat was fast. I wanted to die.
Unexpectedly... it rained in my flower fields...
I became sadder.
Until I saw someone walk on the road to my flower fields. It was still raining but somehow... this person was dry... they walked up and sat beside me.
They told me it will be okay. They helped me slow my breathe. They told me to name five(5) things I could see. They told me to tell them what I could hear. They also told me a very funny thing that made me feel giggly.
Then... everything in my flower fields became sunny again. The water from the rain was still everywhere but it did not matter. My flower fields was filled with light again.
Light.
They told me that they were there with me in my flower fields.
They told me that they experienced the same thing I did.
They told me I was not alone anymore.
I have a friend in my flower fields.
And I am happy.
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Sonder
Short Storyn. The realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own --populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness--an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthil...
