Tree house.

(impromptu) (bullshit) (TBE)


There are many kinds of simple.

Simple life, simple words, simple gestures, simple love. You can't always quite tell if things are just as simple as you'd thought. Not until you're standing on the edge of a cliff, and you can't feel your legs anymore.

It's simple like that: you're afraid. Afraid of what lies beneath the trees you barely see; afraid of the fog bed you are struggling to breathe. Beneath you are rocks that only seem to slip away from your feet.

I remember when I was little, I used to pile my buckets upside down, convinced I have built a sandcastle. Now, I stain my fingers with the ink of a concrete dream but everything only does really just feel like sand.

All I see is the nightfall that rolls down its shades over the beach, depleting of its people; And the storm that grumbles a famished roar in its belly full of clouds. They tease at me with drizzles on my nose, wanting surely to devour me - smack their greased lips between me.

Now all I see is everything I can only almost reach out to. Things that even begin to lose their 'almost's.'

Here, in this treetop house, in a city I still struggle to wrap my fingers around - I am my just born self, desperate for the nectar of life from a mother's bosom.

Here, she is the sky: the moon, the sun, the stars - everything I can still look up to, when my walls are only bare with confinement. They are like steel bars: they are ropes laced like a prisoner's bedroom, dangling head over heels above me.

I am walking only but a thin line across broken sandcastles.

It was never really the storm that brought down my golden fort of pebbled sand. I did not know this then - but I do now. Now, I know the rage of the baffling sea that is ramming in a march; massacre under the galloping hooves.

My only dream for a simple love is swept away now in the air dank of salt; currents filled with bloated bodies and seashells that always lie to the shore, like a false lover, saying that they will stay.

But nothing ever does. Not really.

And that's a simple thing - but that's the worse kind.