I lay in wait for the inevitably return of the green owl souring through the night sky. Shining brilliant as it illuminates the small area around with a warmth that makes the sun flower rise. The owl stare pierced me as we locked gaze. Unable to move trapped in a moment of time that none could understand.
With a flap of it’s wings an orange gust is thrown my way and as I inhale it all to understand the truth in which only the owl could show. Somehow the ideas begin to swirl within my mind and I see the same as it yet my truth varied from the green owls.
What is this abstract idea in which pulls me in all direction? Why does the green owl light my way? The sun rises and without a blink it disappears and all that is left is the green light marked on the open field. I come back here in hopes one day the answer may arise from these question. Yet soon the answer becomes less of a factor as the view becomes more my home.
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giovani serrano
trying to work on my style before publishing on kindle. Hope to make a career off my writings, since I enjoy it so much.
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