my sis wrote this to me
now is the time for life to turn into trees and trees to pulse all of the sweetness and fame into the air all day everyday. then we can lie in bed, twisted, warm, and brown, and feel like a piece of driftwood swept onto some beach, some place in the heart where noone ever notices unless something beautiful randomly is swept in and stays there a while. why do we like to lie there like that sometimes? we lay there and think about some tree we climbed when we were too short to really fly through the rungs and fears. Just fly through the fears sometimes now, that is what we like to do. just shut out that occasional drive to only understand, to only accept, just let go of your hands and jump off and let gravity rape your comfort. the most insane pleasure. what is that instinct to cry or scream when there is really no desire for someone to catch you. Maybe it seems like a good idea sometimes. maybe that idea only comes when you are sitting pretty next to a nest of bluebirds that look you in the eyes and adore you. and fear you. then they forget you and swim away with the lonely trout splashing through the rainbow. how many times have tiny fish surrounded you in a cloud so that it makes it even harder to drive, fog that won't wipe away, rain smeared desperately across your stationary path. they don't go alone to the rainbow. you do. all the time. you try to fight the leprachon that steals your feet each time, sweeping you upside down through the dreamy air, your hair beneath you. then lets you go drown alone in the colors. the colors that are too bright for your eyes. the colors that are so thick they stain your eyes and try to tell you that the world isn't just an electric portrayl of life. then you cry and break your promises. tell me again there are no more secrets, there is no more electricity, no more fainting women to fan into the crushing roots of breathing again. when breath is faint, the trees will start to sing again, and the rainbows will attack every single child on earth, with a kiss. and we will all smile, satisfyed that we did our job, a job we never were supposed to take on. who knew we could do such a thing.