the pink tress
Hey, One morning you get up and realise that you’re not obliged to be nice to the world. Not obliged to wish good morning or smile at your neighbour, or pass the ball of those cute annoying kids that came your way and could have hit you in the head, or listen to your colleagues’ lame, repetitive jokes that make no sense to you (o what if the world is cracking up, I don’t wanna smile dude leave alone laugh…u suck). Yes these are the days you walk with a frown on your brow and it actually does you good. These are the days when am not waiting for some ‘fun’ time with my ‘friends’ in the evening, but jus waiting so desperately for the pink trees to bloom, so desperately that it makes me stand beneath them and ask ‘why wont you bloom, you fucking god dammed thing?’ ‘You make me cry, bloom for bloody holy sake’ and then you wonder how crazy is that? Is it dangerous? But who cares? Nobody is even watching. The lane so dark….the dogs are asleep, the shops are closed. And suddenly you find