Walked home from work today. Glad to be back in Okinawa. I wish i had a camera man to follow me sometimes. Things get interesting at random times.
I love to be in the sunset. It is not as hot and the sun hits you perfectly. I must have been hit by some beautiful ray of light the non cancer one, well what in modern life is not cancerous but this light must have hit me with all kinds of beauty. Like a prism when the sun hits it and u see all the beautiful colors shine on the opposite side showing how the light we all see is made up of all the different colors and are joined together to create a beautiful entity. How everyone has there own beauty that makes life beautiful. To live is the most beautiful thing, To actually live. Being alive can be anything but to live is something to cherish.
As i walk the pavement of a military base in a foreign county known as japan the sun was at a perfect slant. the air was that spring time warmth though it was summertime and the humidity was at a bearable degree. Sweet breeze blew by me as a stranger passed my under a big droopy tree full of wisdom. The cars paused as if a button was pressed my the havens and you could hear the distant scream of silence. He looked me in the eyes as if he never seen some one other than himself walking before. The blondness of my hair looked as if it was glowing, the sun was perfect.
He opened his mouth like if he had never spoke a word in his life how his lips were so dry from silence. my gaze was that of a tired androgynous stare just to leave him questioning. my lips pink fade from the morning application of the cosmetic ritual i perform every morning. Foundation mixing with sweat and blush as i tried to not touch so i don’t smear my mole. I smile
the words he returns to my awkward smile do to him being a stranger that has gazed upon my tied face was completely unexpected.
With shock my face now wrinkled and the sun had moved a half centimeter. Beauty light gone androgynous look forgotten. all that was left was and over worked face that did not get a good night sleep the night before. but he continued to speak
"oh… your not a girl… but you are so beautiful ….and you smell great …keep your head up blondy"
Stunned i was. my brain? scrambled … no words can be form from the fadded pink lips but
and thats the story of my afternoon. The rest of the walk home i was thinking of words to say or even to run after him or ask his contact information. no, I just let him walk away with the good bye words of “you too” …well at lest he was nice …
Even the prettiest girls feel ugly sometimes, The happiest girls cry at night, the most independent girls feel alone. We might all be living different lives, but when it comes down to it, we are all fighting the same monsters.