Anuish

The senile street poles that speak of silver light, sparkling on me, like the magical creatures that flash through my eyes greeting me in my dreams.. The shadows cast on the road, telling me I'm not the only one left behind.  The smiling constellation making me wish for a shooting star.  The old lonesome tree with its weeping leaves held together by its brave branches assuring me I'm not alone. The meandering tone of a familiar song causing quiver to my bones. The baby plant enclosing my heart in its bushiness.. The rustling sand struggling to breathe under the tyres of a ferocious modern bus, spilling out dust, sinking into a pool of glitter on a pavement, spelling love.  A young girl sitting beside a pale, glass window, staring into the night, her mind clicking pictures of little things, her brain making notes of each and every moment as it passes by, her pupils refusing to meet any other soul..  The wind splashing her hair through her face, begging her not to leave as it beh