Turning the bad stuff into good stuff.
On the bright side, the toxic people in my life have been exhumed.
Thoughts stuck to the ground,
counting steps as the cool breeze sweep away
leaves of dark green and lighter ones;
the November sky a little periwinkle and the clouds
a tinge of lavender
Passing houses with closed off reserve,
and those open; welcoming,
Wonder how much goes on within those walls –
the shouts that morph into whispers,
the bruises: visible and invisible
The wild greenery claws their way
up from the earth, crawling for the sun,
the rain. Invading the concrete spaces that
A trike drives by,
another life. Another secret,
like the doctor who lives across,
the teacher inside another –
I was lying on my belly, playing with my baby brother, when my younger brother (who is heavy af) intentionally fell on me. I was screaming dramatically for him to get off of me, at the same time I really couldn’t breathe. Baby bro was sitting in front of me and he had his face scrunched up, lips pouting, and glassy eyes as he stared at me. He then shifted his gaze to my younger brother, he looked adorable when he’s angry, and shouted at him in unintelligible baby noises. When my younger brother finally got the message, he got off me and there was a pause between me and the baby. We just looked at each other with his little face distorted by pity and care before he threw his tiny arms around me and hugged me for a second or two.
Well, that moment didn’t last ’cause after another five seconds the baby slapped my face and laughed.