Lau Dodd
The Young Man
A young man walks down a lonely street in Madrid. He is unknown to the people around him, nor is he known to the people who know him. The young man is hidden in plain view. He admires the trees as they stand tall by the concrete. He wishes he could stand as tall and strong as the oak around him. Tall, strong, powerful, and the foundation that holds the ground together. There’s a certain masculinity to the nature around him that he longs to feel. The young man is
trapped inside the body of someone else. He wishes he could feel free like the white and rusty pigeons scuffling around the sidewalk. They have no care about the world around them, they do not feel judged by society. They are simply birds searching for food. There is a certain sadness of being aware, and the young man wishes he was as unaware as the birds. He wishes that he could be known as if he were a forest filled with beautiful scenery. People love the forest even though
they do not understand all of its secrets. As he walks further, he is greeted by the setting sun and admires how the rays warm his skin. The warmth is something he longs to feel, but knows it will all go away when the sun slips down. Madrid always seems so beautiful when the sun paints it in a golden hue. The young man wonders how many people are watching the city turn gold. Funny how others can see the same beauty in nature as you. The young man’s heart fills with dread as
his walk brings him back to his home. Nature is where he is safe from the cruel world of mortals. The streets are where he can disappear in admiration of the world around him. A sadness fills his
chest when he can feel his feet taking him to the grey apartment door. His hand turns the knob and with a great push the door is open. He is greeted by an older woman’s voice.
“Hola mija.” His mother called.
To the world of humans...he will always be unnatural, unseen, and forever unknown.
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