My sight is scraping in greens and light browns while at least i see some figure of trees in my corner eye. Im feeling a bite sick as this quaking,bouncing ride jerks the gravity of my body back and forth.Voices screaming,"THE POPO'S ARE HERE THE POPO'S ARE HERE!"and someone singing to the music at the top of my head.I feel cold and hot Im frustrated and bord. Finally peace is restored, the rocking gravity stops after one push foward and one pull back.Now only the music remains and the green scraping slows down and forms the wind petting the soft grass with a cool hand. Suddenly i hear the voices start again, the music is pushed back to the top of my head, and the scraping emerges back in sight as the quakes begin again. Once again after a short time the peace fills my sight,sound,and mind...Im home. I look down at the black stripped bricks and every step is victory.I turned back at the big yellow mad house and relize, it's just a school bus.
 BunnXiLove · Tue Feb 17, 2009 @ 12:54am · 0 Comments |
