Shaped Like The Sea

My eyes are shaped like the sea. I have no idea the reason for this. I hypnotize aquatic creatures with my sight. I must avert my eyes or they try to possess me. I do not look people in the eyes, for I know it is dangerous. My tears are like waterfalls so I try to keep my emotions in check. I am an Artist so this is not always easy. The past few months have been hard. I have been very emotional. Frustrated mostly. I have had no time to rest. The street in which I live is a restless place. The park across from me is full of screaming children who howl like demons. I found a dead baby bird outside my front door the other day; I am convinced it was an omen of some kind. Of what kind I do not know. There is a black cat that I am trying to befriend. It is not a very trusting animal but I am trying my best for it to see through my skin and into my soul. One of my neighbours feeds the cat. Gives it plates of tuna and chicken and whatever else he may have leftover in his fridge. My fridge consists mainly of vegetables, apple juice, and yogurt.

I have been casually chatting to a man who lives around the corner. He is an unusual character and I do not fully trust him. He is very desperate and every time he speaks, I feel the Earth tremble in horror. We sometimes sit in the park but mostly we meet in the local pub. Neither of us drinks so we both order herbal tea. The conversation is mostly about him telling me how he’s been in therapy for 25 years and how much he loves it.  The therapy wasn’t working, that was clear but he seemed to be addicted to it. Every time I would see him, I would feel terribly drained. I would have to sage myself and meditate upon the flame of a candle. I had no choice but to be brutally honest with him and tell him I want nothing to do with him. He took it very badly and has not opened his curtains since.

I sometimes do not open my curtains but it is only when I am daydreaming. It is when I am daydreaming, that I am asking questions. But mostly I am asking answers for questions. I need questions to create. I daydream to attract them to my centre. There is often too much noise to do it correctly in this street. If it is not the children it is the drunkards at the pub making wild sounds. At night I roam the street when it is quiet. I am like a stray cat. There are angels at night and I see them swinging on the swing happy as can be.

I have been making a new friend. He lives up the street from me. He speaks of Tesla, Mesopotamia, and of the Saxophone. His girlfriend only allows him out at certain times of the month so I do not see him very often. It is a shame as I feel he could be a good friend.

I get on with my life. I walk up the long stretch of street most days to the local shop but on this day I have had enough. My eyes are shaped like the sea and I pour my vision onto the street and only those who can swim will survive.