Understand

I don’t understand how someone cant appreciate art.

How can you not look at a painting and wonder what inspired he or she to

create it.

How can you not hear a song and listen so closely that you can hear the shaking voice that is full of emotion.

How can you not hear a poem and not be mystified by the fact that only a few short words can say so much.

How can you read a novel and not get lost in the characters and how all of it is so beautifully woven together.

How can you not feel it in your bones when the right notes are finally put together.

How can you live your life with no emotion, expression or anything that helps you to believe that there is something than this bullshit world that we were put on.

What is your Emergency

“911, what is your emergency?”

“Yeah, hi, um…This is going to sound kind of strange but there’s a man stumbling around in circles in my front yard.”

“…could you repeat that, sir?”

“He looks…sick, or lost, or drunk, or something. I just woke up to get a glass of water and heard snow crunching around underneath my front window so I peeked out…I’m looking at him now, he’s about ten yards away from my window. Something’s not right.”

“What is your address, sir?”

“1617 Quarry Lane, in Pinella Pass.”

“I’m going to send a squad car your way, but that’s quite a ways out. Are you alone in your house sir?”

“Yes, I’m alone.”

“Can you confirm that all of your doors and windows are locked? Stay on the phone with me.”

“I know that my front is definitely locked, but I’ll go check my back door again really quick.

I appreciate your help, by the way, I know this is kind of strange but I really hope that –“

“…Sir? Are you still there?”

“He’s…he’s still in the yard yard. But he’s…what the fuck…he’s upside down…”

“Sir? Stay on with me, what is happening?”

“He’s staring right at me…but he’s…he’s standing on his hands now. He’s perfectly still, staring straight at me. He’s doing a handstand and he’s smiling at me and not moving.”

“He’s…he’s doing a handstand, sir?”

“I…I don’t know how he…yeah, he’s facing me and standing on his hands and he’s got this huge smile and he’s perfectly still…what the FUCK…please get someone out here NOW.”

“Sir I need you to remain calm. I’ve put out the call and an officer is on his way.”

“His teeth are so huge…what the fuck, please help me…”

“Sir I want you to try and keep an eye on him but make sure your back door is locked again. We need to make sure all possible access points are secured. Can you talk me through and confirm that your back door is locked?”

“Okay…I’m walking backwards now and keeping him in my sight…

My hand is on the back doorknob now…it’s locked. I need to check the deadbolt so I’m going to take my eyes off of him for a split second.”

“Alright sir. Help is on the way. Just stay on the phone with me, everything’s going to be alright.

Sir?

…Sir? Are you still there?”

“He’s…his face. It’s up against the glass.”

“Sir, I need you to speak up. What is happening?”

“I looked away for a split second and now…his face. It’s pressed up against my front window. His teeth are huge and he’s still smiling…There’s no color in his eyes…Jesus please help me, why won’t it just fucking move…”

“Sir, I need you to go to the nearest room and lock yourself inside of it. Do you have a basement or a bedroom that you can lock yourself in?”

“He won’t stop staring…he’s going to hurt me…”

“Sir I need you to listen to me. Lock yourself somewhere safe until the officer arrives at your house. Can you hear me?”

“I…yes…yes, I’m going to lock myself in my room.”

“And you’re positive that you’re alone in your house, correct?”

“Yes, I’m alone in the house…

…wait a moment…

he’s moving. He’s shaking his head. He’s telling me no. He can hear us.

He’s telling me I’m not alone.”

“Sir? Sir are you still there? I heard a loud noise, is everything alright?

“Sir?”

Two Paths,

Living in a tall apartment of a tall building in the city, there lived a beautiful girl named Dakota. With hair so dark the night frowned with jealousy, skin as pure as freshly pressed olive oil, and a heart so good the Angels would welcome her gladly.

But every now and then, she would feel the strangest thing: something tugging at her chest. Dakota was a very curious girl, so off she went into the world to look for whatever (or whoever as she would find out) was tugging her towards it.

Dakota’s journeys weren’t always exciting. There were moments where the sum of her journeys seemed to always be tear stains and broken hearts. But then Dakota would look forward and remember the tugging, the light at the end of the tunnel that she never thought she would start chasing.

Several years passed. As she was stumbling out of a dark cave filled with sharp rocks, she saw a road diverge into 2 paths. The path on the left looked the same as any other road: dull,  yet safe. The curious thing was that she couldn’t see into the path on the right. Dakota  hesitated but soon felt the strongest tugging on her chest as if somebody had an anchor on the other end. Throwing all caution to the wind, she took the path on the right.

It took her 6 months to get to the end of the road. Once the path had ended, Dakota saw a boy standing in a field of white roses. He held his hand out and smiled, like he was expecting her. Not waiting another moment Dakota ran to the boy and took his hand. Finally she felt complete.

“Who are you?” She asked the man.  He smiled and said, “I’m your heart.”