A fine light casts its beam through the smudged glass of the window beside your bed. A glorious kaleidoscope of faded color settles upon the bedsheets; a soft beige on the uppermost right corner, a faint canary below it. The weather outside is rather mild and pleasant; the trees hum softly in the early July light. They unfurl their brilliant leaves and unloosen the energy pent up inside of them as the heat seeps ever deeper. You watch the vivid grasshopper that nestles itself between blades of grass underneath the backwoods.
This grasshopper, he is not quite like anything you have ever seen. A stream of an eccentric red laces the head of the insect, much like a piece of string suspended between the knots of a shoe. The outermost curve of his frail little wings bellow cerulean, though they dance almost purple under the yellow glow. He buzzes with a potential so vital that it cages your breath within your lungs. It astounds you. You find yourself folding a crease on the edge of your book, long forgotten. The curious grasshopper has managed to capture your eye.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
I Pity the Grasshopper | ✔
Spirituali am vaster than the sky above me. i thrum with the fibrous light of vitality. i am the earth and everything below.
