"Grace?" I cover my ears and close my eyes. "Grace?" I refuse to answer the minister, for deep down i can sense hes a bad man. "Grace?" "Stop!"
He wasnt a minister, he was a child. How did i confuse a child with a bad minister?...
Because you cant see wind...does it make it not real? I've never checked. I walked over a bridge littered with graffiti over a river graffitied with litter. A dog whimpered at my heels, avoiding eye contact with the cars. Perhaps he lost one of his nine lives to one of the speeding monsters.
I step onto my yard of fallen leaves. I climb up the naked tree and jump, flapping my wings. I fly all the way to Ohio before I run out of gas. I fall.
Ohio is different, unique, but not where I want to be. I keep moving. Jumping in the river I swim south to the Mississippi and on out to the freedom of the gulf…but I get covered in chocolate, so I walk home.
Gotta say….t’was a pretty normal day
 NativeBlueXV · Tue Nov 16, 2010 @ 10:20pm · 1 Comments |
