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Saturday, October 01, 2005

boofs!

i spent most of my childhood days by the window talking to (or shooting down) oblivious passersby or just sticking my arms out of the grille and pretend i could fly. i didn't realise how much i missed the fun of a window.

i was thinking about thinking when the faraway flying thing caught my eye. it was one of those flying machines which leave pretty white eyebrows in the sky as a trail as they soar silently in a perfect angle towards space. i watched as it boofed into a cloud. i don't suppose there is such a word as 'boof' but i fancy that is what it must sound like to burst into a cloud. boof!
i found myself giggling in delight at the satisfaction i felt from the air-machine's 'boof'. that is when two balloons wiggled clumsily across. i laughed at seeing them silly fugitives and smiled at the thought of two dismayed wide-eyed little kids with their heads craned upwards to their funny balloons. so i sent them a whisper of don't worry young friends, i got em! ima take care of em now kay?

and so i did. i spent a long while watching the two funny balloons as they grew smaller and smaller. have you ever watched a balloon til it disappears? it is a most wonderful thing. the white one soon disappeared leaving only tatters of memory and its companion, the other balloon, Bluey. hugging the window, i watched Bluey until i couldn't tell him from the fireflies that live in my eyes. only then my smile started to feel a little sad.

life shouldn't be like that for anyone; to drift towards behemoth whiteness and uncertainty while shrinking all the time til even the ones who care for you cannot differentiate you from the figments of their imagination. for Bluey, i tried to gather what is left of my memory of him but there was just whole blue fluffs of sadness. so i discarded that and kept what was left. the laughter! and wonderful boofs!

so i played this song for Bluey and his friend Whitey and for boofs for truly,
there is nothing as lucky, easy or free.
Posted by NHJ 10/01/2005 06:37:00 pm