old blue
2001.07.03::illusory hour of 8 ish
the way i walk through the world often feels like the hopeful floating of dandelion seeds doing what they do on a perfectly warm summer's day breeze and sometimes like a fully insured bold and beautiful dented old blue ford truck barrelling down a two lane country highway under a canopy of trees, playing chicken with a rolls royce with a new paint job driven by a too careful driver
as i speed past in my blue steely steed i smile wave and laugh at the other driver yet i feel deeply for him too, because I used to drive that rolls royce
