green

Lilly pads are staring me in the face sitting here at my desk. Lilly pads. Really? -apparently. I can only see half of them as my granny smith laptop blocks the rest of my view. Granny smith... I've eaten a green apple only once, never to be repeated. Why green? Red is fine, just fine. Fine. Most people eat red apples. Typically I stay away from the trend, I've always wanted to be an individual... just like everyone else, i guess. I purposely do the opposite of the crowd, I try. Maybe too hard though. In an effort blaze my own path, one untouched by prodding latex coating or synthetic fingers, am I letting myself be defined by the very essence I resent? We play Tic-Tac-Toe, my opponent has the 'X' I must be the 'O' -I have no choice- I cannot win. A sail boat can only travel upon the wishes of the wind, rendering the compass useless. The seaweed clutches a strong handshake with the rudder and I look into the golden ripples. Violated by the salty waters, my book lies spine-down a small canopy between pages 61 and 62 on the rough make-shift seat. A story of the sea, the deep crystal, beckoning waves. But here, today, the water is golden. It speaks a Morse code tapping the boat, looking for companionship. I will lower my sail and let the wind pass, only to cool my face as I sweat against the current. I brought paddles and I will read my compass well.

I'm not a fan of Green though... I wish I was, but I'm not. i CAN'T deal with green anymore.