Only I don't have the candy-striped jacket or straw hat, but give me a moderate breeze and I'll be out flying a kite. Life is a lot like that I think: tension on the line; dependendant on the breeze; when there's slack you pull it in, but your never really in control.
I'm not sure if you should find this comforting, but I do, given the right amount of breeze you can let your kite go as high as you want. I'm not given to words lately, a dry spell, or dust bowl- there is plenty of.. hmm.. emotion, but never focused. I have noticed, or am becoming more aware, that I don't show emotion much- I like to think I keep it in my eyes, but sometimes it hides in my chest, but rarely is it on my face.
Still not sure if anyone reads this thing... I'm hoping to add a think-tank twist to it, though it would probably feel more like a dunk tank. I do like a good fair.
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