Living Through Positivity & Kindness
What is Pistachio? Pistachio are seeds that comes from a tree that mostly develops cashews. Originally located in parts of Asia and the Middle East, pistachio is highly produced in Iran. From the plantations to the packaging. These seeds are mostly kept open in order for consumers to be able to get to the center. Closed ones similar to oysters & clams are not to be consumed due to health precautions. The production factories filter out them so its great by the time it gets to you.
I walk along this shadow of self. Searching for the truth within myself. I look to find any proof of existence. Proof for myself to be. Guiding others is what’s my power is. To change negatives to a positive. Like a magnet that only connects to its opposite, I never see the palatine of itself.
A cold late november. I just got out of work when I got the call. Fear and abandonment was on my face. I hop on the train and made my way to downtown. “Ugh! Why did they put her in there?” I said with disappointment on my face. You would think that I would be in horror or in disbelief, but this isn’t the first time that I have gotten the call of her in the hospital.
Heart pulsing and head shaking. Derek drops the first aide kit. Panic with a side of dread fills his face. “Uh! Oh! Uh! Oh!, Uh! Oh!” Derek says. He calls out for their names in hopes of a response is made. “Charley! Demi!” No response. Laying in panick, Derek instantly regrets bringing his best friend Charley & his girlfriend Demi to A Cabin in the Woods.
It was dark. The leaves are blowing in the wind & the sound of whistling flows through the air. It’s mid-november & the trees are already losing their leaves. Like a dried up sponge, they shrink & break off to gather along with their leaf relatives. The moon shining brighter than normal, it lit up the space around the area.
I wake up to sounds of bells jingling. I rub my eye to notice a black smear on my hand. I realize I had makeup on from the night before. "What happened" I said to myself. Looking at the time on the back of my door, I see an iPad on the back door to the bedroom. 12:30pm it reads. "Holy Pumpkins!" I have to get ready! I rush to the bathroom to wipe the makeup on my face off "Oh! I'm like the crypt keeper!" I said in a shocking & horror manor in the mirror holding my hands to the side of my face. I rush to wash up & get ready. Indecisively, I pick a color to match out my outfit for the day. "There's a lot of Halloween clothes in my closet now. I have to resell them. At the least, replace them with turkey clothes." I said with an eager look on my face. I take my orange & blue bag from the hook on the wall next to the entrance of my apartment & head out.
It was cold & wet. The rain had picked up with no warning. My shoes filled with mud & dirt. "When did all this rain come from." I said. I step on the mat while I take off my shoes in hopes to not further damage the carpet. "Do not put them dirty shoes over there!" Someone explained. "Put them in the bath tub Where you can wash them off & let them dry!" She yells from a distance. "Fine then MOM!" I said jokingly. Before I pick up my sneakers that's filled with mud, I rip off a some sheets of paper towels from the kitchen next to me to put under my shoes, not to drop any mud in the house. I progressively move to left towards the bathroom where the shower is. "Don't start without me!" I yell as I'm moving towards the bathroom with what supposed to be my black & blue sneakers I got from the shoe store not too long ago.
In a cafe so small & chické, I stand near the fire warming my hands. The cold winds become so loud the doors start to clap as if someone is banging to symbols together. Contemplating my next move, someone walks up to me with a kitchen vest. “Do you need anything sir?” He asks. “Yes, I’ll have a salted caramel hot chocolate. Thank you”