kitelife laughing
on sunday it was blue and light and i flew a kite. franz heard i never did before so he found the one stored in the garage back from when he was five. we brought it out on the driveway and taped all the ripped parts together. it was so grimy and old. it was a plastic one that had a picture of a blue and red airplane and had a frame made of bamboo. he told me, u gotta wear sneakers because you have to run. so i did. we went to the park and i ran pulling it behind me and the kite went bouncing up and down, up and down but it wouldnt fly. there was no breeze. i wanted to stop but he said run, run faster. i ran and a strange wind blew and the kite took flight, it went up and up and up.
it was so nice, it felt like i was the one flying, it felt like i was soaring and i was looking down at all the orange and yellow and golden leaves and waving to them, leaving them behind. franz lit a cigarette and passed another one to me and then when the kite was high enough i took the tip of my cigarette and touched it to the kite string, and then it flew away, untied and free and laughing.
it was so nice, it felt like i was the one flying, it felt like i was soaring and i was looking down at all the orange and yellow and golden leaves and waving to them, leaving them behind. franz lit a cigarette and passed another one to me and then when the kite was high enough i took the tip of my cigarette and touched it to the kite string, and then it flew away, untied and free and laughing.