my dog:
You know, its interesting because I never thought of life so vast. One moment I am nose deep in someone else's commodities. I am in a life so consistent in its daily insipidness. Suddenly, theres an open door. How do you expect me not to run? I know you see more than I do. I read on the internet that I do not see the vibrance in life. Its odd knowing my differences are not an illness-- but fundamentally, I am supposed to have one less photoreceptor type. When I run, I know everything, I am out of the gorge. Did you know there is a tall patch of grass behind the Taco Bell? I go inside first and order a chalupa of course. My good charms get me into the kitchen and I am entranced by the smells. The cook tosses me my chalupa and tells me bien provecho. Then he leads to me the back door. Its not that he's kicking me out of the Taco Bell, he just knows there's something for me out there. I take a few more steps out before stumbling across this patch of grass. It is lonely. I circle its perimeter suspicious of what it has to tell me. I lay on it, although it is smaller than me. Something pricks my back but I pay no mind. Then I leave. But, as I walk away the sound of the patch of grass gets louder. The further I get, the more I am surrounded in its din. I am home now but it is still in me.