Sunday, February 20, 2011

flowers.

night of 2/19 morning of 2/20

all i can remember now is a large square room with hundreds of flowers lining it. and they were all so neatly placed about  in rows.. it looked somewhat like the iowa state fair tables. just the tables with plants though, just that alone. everything else in the room was so bare. and the flowers were so perfect and healthy.
the carpet was a light green and the walls alternated from pale purple to just white. the next room led to carpet with darker green and someone was in the corner. I started getting so excited about all the flowers, running like mad along the rows and picking them. i had bulging clutches of it in my fists and the tulips stuck out in my mind so much.. god the tulips. those bulbs were absolutely perfect and well-shaped. i had never seen such a perfect flower. looking at it, i suddenly realized the sense of forbidden it was giving me. and i sunk in shame and just then that person in the corner was right in my face, screaming at the loss of all the flowers i just killed by picking. it was so spontaneous and an exlosion of emotin... like manic spring-like bubbly-ness.... just absolutely bright and manic.
over-excited and bursts of energy, like the most alive feeling... but not in a joyous way. not in a lively beautiful furvorous way... it was more like unnatural as the atomic bomb.

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