Cynthia's Story

Written by: Cynthia Sandoval

Why soul are you leaving me this way? Full of this and that, and always causing me to question everything around me.

How is it, you have so much pull to make me look a direction, I would have not otherwise. To make me think, make me dream, and contemplate.

I write here angry…

Why are you a reflection of myself, when I look out my window, and try to stare at it’s road ahead of me. .you’re always ahead of me…

I write here, angry.

Why do you make me see the sky, different times, in different places and different spaces, they each have their own characteristics ..

and still they look all alike…

I wonder, to myself why…

why it’s calm, why that shade of blue, why at this moment did something in me decided to see..

I write here angry.

because I can’t move it, can’t add more clouds, to it, I can’t cause more breeze than what’s already in front of me, It doesn’t seem to change itself.

I can’t look out the window and not see the same grass there, the same rock and same road. Can’t place a different home.

Is it because there is apart of me that’s wants one? Is it because there is a sense of me seeing that home across from me but seeing another in me. It’s like my eyes see in 3D it seems..

where is my home?

It’s up there.. in the clouds I wish there were more of..