Calico By: Selena Buchanan Copyright: Selena Buchanan 2012 Published at Smashwords This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. Who am I? I could be anyone in this world, anyone at all. I could be your neighbor or the kid that lives down the street. I could be homeless and live in a box. I might be the person on the beach that you pass each day. I could be the one that rides the bus with you or I could be the one you walk with. I could be your best friend; I could be the one that you whisper all your secrets to. You could be my best friend, and still, you wouldn’t know who I am. You wouldn’t know me at all. I could be any race, any color or even any age. I could live in any part of the world. I could be anywhere, doing anything. I could be watching the mountains as the wind drifts between the branches of the pines. I could be at the ocean listening to the waves as they reach up and touch the shore. I could be in the city where the cars are bumper to bumper. I could be anywhere in this world. Where are you? Who am I? I could be a child. I am in fact someone’s child. I belong to someone just like every other being on this earth. You can’t have a father without the mother or the mother without a father. Life is funny like that, no? Just because I belong to them, does that mean that they belong to me? I live with neither one, so, I would have to say no. Perhaps life does have a sense of humor, I can belong to someone yet nobody belongs to me. I just gave you a clue. Who could I be? I could be a student. I could be in a classroom, where it is stuffy and hot. Watching the clock and waiting for the next bell to ring. I have done that so many times, have you? I could be a cheerleader waving poms poms around. I could be in the marching band or I could be a jock. I have be asked, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” This amuses me greatly. Who are they to say that I’m not already grown? They don’t know me, even if they know my name. I don’t walk for them and they don’t walk for me. I am solo in this walk of mine. I am a student of the life. I learn many things in this world around me. I learn even more from the things unsaid and what is left undone. How can I not learn from this? How can anyone not? Life is the greatest teacher of all. It hands out daily lessons, a weekly pop quiz, and finals. Only with life’s lessons, you don’t get a re-take. Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? I have blood that flows through my veins. If I get cut, I bleed, do you? My heart beats and I’m willing to bet, that yours does as well. How could it not beat? How would you live? That answer is easy, you wouldn’t. I have a paint box full of feelings, all but black. My black may be a little gray. I cannot feel hate. I don’t want to feel hate. I have seen what hate can do, it isn’t a pleasure sight. Hate is a useless feeling, much like the one of fear. Those to feelings can go hand in hand sometimes. Neither are good to hold on to, it is just hate is easier to let go of. Fear can just creep up on a person at anytime, anywhere and to anyone. Maybe fear knows a person best; it knows the right way to attack a person. When fear attacks, it will hold on tight. Who am I? That is such a good question isn’t it? Do you know me? Do you know someone like me? Perhaps I am you. Maybe we are kindred souls, or just the olden souls of this world. Maybe, I’m just me and you are just you. I could be from any religion or I might not be religious at all. I could go to the church, temple or mass. I could pray and believe on my own. I could believe that there is a God up in heaven, most of the time I do. Okay, maybe all the time, sometimes it just feels like he isn’t there or he isn’t listening. That is why I pray for wisdom. That is the one thing I think a person needs when they grow up, wisdom. You need wisdom to survive. Then again, that is how I believe, how about you? Who am I? Do I have a name? Of course I do, I have a name. I have many names in fact. Hey you, bright eyes, bubbles, poppet, mason and the list goes on. I would have to say that my all-time favorite name is calico. That name stands for how I feel. I know strange right? It is like my own personal color, which has come to life. A mix of colors put together to form something beautiful. So, who am I? I could be anybody, and I am, I am me. Who are you? What do I see? I see the cars moving on the road. Each going somewhere and each to their own. I see a biker trying to out run them all. I think the biker will win. He holds the ability to move forward when the others are stuck. Watching the cars pass you by is almost like watching the glass as it grows. Neither one will take you anywhere. I can see the hidden frown of the neighbor when she has had a bad day. The jolly smile and laughter form from the days gone good. They seem to be very few of those days for her. She hides it so well, nobody can see, nobody but me. The unseen tears, a broken heart or in her case, a broken soul. It hurts to hear her laughter, when I know it really isn’t there. I can see the sunset and watch as orange covers the sky. This is the only color of orange I like. It is beautiful to watch and makes me feel warm inside. I think it is because when there is a sunset you know a sunrise will follow. A new day, a fresh start, sometimes everyone could use one of those. I see so many things. I’m just not sure if I see with my eyes or see with my heart. You can do both you know. I can hear the sound of the ocean as it brushes up on the shore. I have gone to sleep many a night listening to this. I have been woke to sound of sea gulls outside my window and now I miss it. These sounds are only in my memories now. I can hear the fights of my neighbors no matter how hard I try to push it out. I can hear the birds and the cars on the street. I can hear the kids playing at the park and I can cover my ears and try not to hear anything at all. It doesn’t work, does it? It is simple to make a wish. I do it all the time. I go out and wait for the first star to twinkle its eye. After I wish, I turn it into a little prayer; I think that is kind of like sprinkling fairy dust on the wishes. It gives the wish wings to carry it all the way to heaven at least that is what my ten-year-old mind once told me. I only have one wish. A wish that I don’t want to put on paper, but you are free to guess. I feel so many things with paint box full of feelings. I can feel blue, that is what I am feeling now. At sunset, it will turn to orange. Morning will bring back the blue, only maybe a baby blue. I kinda think everyone has a baby blue Monday. The color of envy is green. Everyone knows this and lots of people suffer from it as well. I don’t understand why. I look at envy like I do hate. I don’t need it; I don’t want it so I don’t have it. Simple enough, yeah? Why waste time with a silly feeling like that? If you want to do something, then find a way to do it and don’t just watch everyone else doing it. If it is something that you want, find a way to get it. There is a saying ‘where there is a will, there is a way.’ This saying is true so very true. Who am I? I know who I am. I am the one that hides behind a smile. I am the one that you pass by one the streets. I am the one that has a seat next to you in class. I am me, the one nobody sees. Who are you?