wama

27.11.08

I am a tree
I’m hiding in the woods in the dark of night waiting. noone can see me for what I am because tonight I’m a tree. I look out into the shadows and see the ghosts and fantasmas flying around. some are fat like beach balls, others whispy at the bottom and bulging at the top. others wear capes and have no shape at all -- they are air itself. the smell me but don’t see me and after a minute of consideration they decide to live and let live and they go about their ghostly things. I am waiting for daylight so I can leave my tree for other horizons. I will roll myself up in a small ball, roll down the trunk and come out the bottom of the tree.

posted by la kara @ 03:45