summer who says you?

I am wondering, wondering…

I like the blue sky. I also like the grey. I like surprises.

I like simple things. I feel as though simple concepts are the most complex for the masses to comprehend.

You like the shape of the clouds? are you idiotic?

No, I simply noticed the clouds up above and made a comment, I like the shape of the clouds today.

Looking forward, I feel terrible. What else can make up? Can I come up with a terrible lie and wait watch the destruction unfold. I miss my friend, she’s so wonderful. My friend, her body is made of gold. Her mind is sharp, like that of a tool adequate to slice diamonds. Diamonds do not shatter, they do not break. Is this simple enough?

My friend calls me at night just to say hello. We recap the days events in good humor and remind ourselves of the little time we have before sunrise. Then when I hang up I look out my window to the sky, then close my eyes.

My dreams take me places I know I will never go. I like that idea better sometimes. When I was nine years old I had a crush on a boy at school. I thought he was so handsome, I thought he was so cool. One afternoon while I patiently waited for my father to pick me, he walked up along side me waiting for his mother. I glanced over to him trying to meet his eyes with no success. Looking forward I see my dad walking towards the school and they boy says, why is that man walking so funny, he looks stupid. My insides shattered. I was devastated he said that about my father. Instead of slapping the ignorant bastard and telling him my father is ill, I looked at him and started to cry. I said, you’re stupid and you’re ugly. Then I ran up to my dad and hugged him tight and said, I don’t think you walk funny. He looks at me and asks why I am crying, I tell him, I’m crying because I’m sad.