it's blue, right?
I met a friendly tornado on Friday night. A friend of a friend. An artist/graphic designer. A musician. We fell into each other like drops of water and played 20 questions while hardcore music (a group of us went to Bullet for My Valentine) tried to assassinate our hearing and our friends smirked knowingly.
"I can't explain this feeling right now..." he mused.
"It's blue, right?" I offered.
??? "Yeah!" he agreed.
We spent Saturday together in Jersey City watching Radiohead. He gave me an Ewok. I just so happen to have a tree house. We talked about everything until the sun made known its intentions to rise.
Yes, I do fall easily; I fall out too. But this isn't falling, it's flying.
"I can't explain this feeling right now..." he mused.
"It's blue, right?" I offered.
??? "Yeah!" he agreed.
We spent Saturday together in Jersey City watching Radiohead. He gave me an Ewok. I just so happen to have a tree house. We talked about everything until the sun made known its intentions to rise.
Yes, I do fall easily; I fall out too. But this isn't falling, it's flying.