he finds himself in a land he thought familiar, but really is as foreign as the other side of the world (which he's never been close to), in a city he travels to every couple months or so. this city turn out to be almost an artistic sanctuary. he finds himself at home where the houses are every shade of blue and green ad purple imaginable, where trees have bikes in them, and fences are decorated with bead necklaces. some even have chickens just chilling in their back yards. there are gardens and creative bits and pieces in every direction. mostly, there are his people, the ones who want to fight for that chance at peace, the ones driving the vanigans and flying rainbow flags on their houses. he wants to stay a while to soak in the beautiful side of town, but alas, life awaits him back at home. he promises to return and join in on their fun, although he knows that getting a green card would be hell. he will be back, when the art walk is on to showcase just what talent is going on.
walking along the streets he finds himself wanting to show her everything he sees. she would love it all, every last bit. she would lose her self in the aclectic mix of shrubbery and decorations. she would want to live there and recycle and compost alongside the rest of them. he can almost see them sharing a little cabin on a junglesqe lot covered in random objects to catch the slightest sun rays. the image fades and he wonders just how to see life without thinking about her every moment of every day she's gone. and this is the easier part, before the texting stops completely. he waits for her return. maybe one day they will venture back to this place together...
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