By jai, dejai80@aol.com
Date: 18 July 2000
One with the Other
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Yea know, I don’t trust that sun, that big arrogant orb of fire. Just when one feels the sun on their back, and it feels so nice...then! Boom! A rush of wind…Brr. I just chill to think about it. It’s like the sun is teasing ME, you know, hey here’s the warmth, hey here’s the heat, and then the wind comes in like Bonnie and Clyde, and shoots their frozen bullets at me (they got good aim, I tell yea. Alway hit the exact spot where it pains), until my feet are stuck in ice that WAS hot golden sand, and my wounds refuse to bleed blood. Refuse to bleed anything at all. Can't when my insides are ice.
Hmmph.
You would think that I would learn. You would think I would realize the heat is in conspiracy. It never works alone. Just luring me in, again and again, so that I could be frozen. Na. Never do. Every time, I tell myself, this time. THIS time, ya know? This time. If that seductive sun heats me again, I’m gonna watch. Carefully. Watch for that cold wind. But that’s foolish. I mean you really can’t see wind. Oh sure you see the green leaves ruffle. You see the great big trees sway. But yea never can see the wind. And if I can’t see the wind what can I do?
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