Laying in the ravine next to the Honors house on Sunday at 5:43 p.m. - I started thinking:
1. What if there were gumdrops inside acorns?
2. What if there were people who lived in the clouds and looked down on us and watched all of the things we did? Would they find us funny, or sad, or just crazy? Would they be transparent people, or blue people, or cloudy looking people, or could they change with the weather?
3. What if one day the world just cracked open like an egg and the center spilled out all over space? (and then I started getting all philosophical and wondering if I could make that image mean something... I think I was trying too hard) But anyway - would the yolk start frying? Is space hot enough for that? Which way would it spill out? How do we know which way is up? What if we had it all wrong all along?
Then I stopped thinking, got up, and walked away. So, that wasn't seven... I am not disciplined with my impossible thinking.
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