Short Stories

Isolation

Spring, it's a never ending period for me. Flowers always blooming, crops forever bearing. 

The true effects of spring are more magnificent in the earlier months of the year. All kinds of flowers flaring their beautiful colours at us humans who could only admire. 

The purest gold hue of Poui litter the ground that I walk next to, never on, the flowers far too delicate to be touched and mishandled. Stepping outside into the crisp air of the early morning to look over and see a  huge blossoming Wisteria tree, violet and lavender tones hitting my vision, spoiling me with it's artistry.  

The evenings are just as beautiful, the sandy golden sun glowing in the background of my mind. Staring up into the sky, watching as the clouds pass by slowly, floating to meet each other at another point, never stopping for me. I wonder often, where do they go when they leave my vision, what next for them? Watching how the gold seems to streak itself across the dimming blue as the darker blue shade chases them from the East. How long do they fight to colour the sky their colour? 

The thing about being isolated is that the longer that you only have yourself, you realize. You internalize. Sometimes, you compromise. The more time you have to yourself is the more time you have to look at yourself over and over, critiquing. 

In isolation you succumb to the numbing feeling of time repeating itself. Solitary. There are no love interests in a hell like this, only fantasies and scrutiny of what could have been. 

It can be a rough thing, isolation. Realizing that your soul is more, putrid than you thought it to be. There is no mercy after a while, just lessons to be learnt. 

A boredom of outer worldly proportions start to set into your being. Not knowing what to do with yourself now that you're useless. So you start to think of what's outside, what you're missing. Where you wish you were at that moment. 

Who haven't you seen? Who would you rather not see? 

Imagining what life was like when you weren't isolated.  

As the days pass by, this one just like the one before you start to lose little bits and pieces of yourself. A life so controlled by structure, programmed to keep busy. 

A new hair colour or haircut maybe? 

Then you step outside and look, smell, feel.  Natural beauty. 

The thoughtless minutes that pass by as you look at the sky shifting it's colours, the cool breeze nipping at your bare skin, the plants, trees, flowers. 

It reins you back in as if you were a spooked stallion, bucking and fighting to self preserve itself from danger. 

You go to sleep to wake up the next day to the same thing. 

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For those who are struggling right now, all of us, the whole world feels your pain. You just want something to stimulate your mind. Understandable. 

Stay safe and expect more.