green felt...
standing, feeling the green felt of the pool table.
like flat grass.
flat cotten grass.
he lauphed when i told him what i was thinking. "felt is nothing like grass."
but i say "they are my thoughts and if you are going to put them down why did you ask?"
when asked where i live, i told him.
i live on the freeway. on the 60. between the white lines of exit 347.
i told him i was sad because i keep getting cats but they keep getting run over.
upon seeing his reaction to that, i say "do you allways have to take things so literaly?"
i had a dream about floating houses and burned wood and people floating.
when i told him about it he said i was morbid.
i asked how burned wood is morbid.
i said that maybe it would be morbid if i had a dream about trees burning wood.
no answer.
i pictured a bunch of trees sitting around a camp fire roasting marshmellows and telling scary stories. it was funny to me for some reason and i giggled a little.
(i wish i could figure out how to get this bold off! :( )
when he asked what i was giggeling about i told him and he looked at me and i felt akward.
"what is so funny about trees?"
"well...what is so funny about any thing really? how do you explain to some one why some thing is funny? it's like trying to explain the feeling of love or hate or trying to explain color to a blind person."
my fast explaination did not impress him. i could see his eyes judging me inside and out .
he asked for my number. if he could call me some time...
like flat grass.
flat cotten grass.
he lauphed when i told him what i was thinking. "felt is nothing like grass."
but i say "they are my thoughts and if you are going to put them down why did you ask?"
when asked where i live, i told him.
i live on the freeway. on the 60. between the white lines of exit 347.
i told him i was sad because i keep getting cats but they keep getting run over.
upon seeing his reaction to that, i say "do you allways have to take things so literaly?"
i had a dream about floating houses and burned wood and people floating.
when i told him about it he said i was morbid.
i asked how burned wood is morbid.
i said that maybe it would be morbid if i had a dream about trees burning wood.
no answer.
i pictured a bunch of trees sitting around a camp fire roasting marshmellows and telling scary stories. it was funny to me for some reason and i giggled a little.
(i wish i could figure out how to get this bold off! :( )
when he asked what i was giggeling about i told him and he looked at me and i felt akward.
"what is so funny about trees?"
"well...what is so funny about any thing really? how do you explain to some one why some thing is funny? it's like trying to explain the feeling of love or hate or trying to explain color to a blind person."
my fast explaination did not impress him. i could see his eyes judging me inside and out .
he asked for my number. if he could call me some time...