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Night in the Grass

May 11, 2018
By MJLyon SILVER, Duncanville, Texas
MJLyon SILVER, Duncanville, Texas
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The stars in the water are still, so, so still and dark. All of Time is sprinkled through the air and I am moulded into it. My age has been here, hiding, but now he steps out like the whisper of a hurricane.
     "You've been running my dear," he says in his kind, weathered voice, "for a long, long time."
      I breathe, ignoring him like a cross child or stubborn old man. But he knows me, in a way, he is me. His soft hand stretches out and pulls at my chin. I continue to gaze at the entrancing water but I breathe out the small words.
     "I don't want to get older. I'm not like the others."Small, but clear. "l don't want to get older."
  This repetition is a shaky whisper but, his reply is as steady and annoyingly constant as always.
     "I'm aware that you don't want to get older but love, don't you wish to grow? Just look at me, I am wrinkled and scarred but I can see the light of the stars. Stop grabbing at the ground for something you'll never find there, look up!"
And in a moment, I finally do.



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