Colours. I have a soft spot for different times of the years, the colours are what always gets me. In the winter everything seems to new, blue, clear, and clean. In spring all is clouded from new love, the colours then intoxicate you, making you forget all you once set out to do. Fall, all is gone, you can only hope for the new days to come, browns and reds tell you your going to be in for a suprise. Then last theres summer, the smells are sweet, the lingering heat and sweet breezes fill you with something new. This is the time when all the colours come out.
Today i got out and sat at the bus stop, in hope to go to newport for some records. While sitting an old man looking for money stop and started to talk to me, he said I looked like a person that wanted to be talked to. I was pleased with his company. Listening to him talk I realized that he was from Ireland. He told me he had left there with the illousion of America being one of the best places. In ways he said it was better. But the 'American dream' was not ment for people of other contries. He said before he knew it he was a alone, scared and poor. I asked him where he live and he pointed to a box on the side of him "I sleep where I fall."
In short time I noticed I missed my bus but instead of being pissed off like normal, I asked if he would have dinner with me. He looked at me crossly and asked if that was such a good idea. I said why not. You only live once. Agreeing we went to norms. Where everyone watched us. Ive never seen someone eat so much. We laughed and talk about books, art, and old movies. I was suprised of what he knew. He laughed and called me silly, and said he was poor but not stupid. Everyday he goes to get a book and learn of things he loved once before. I was confused when he said this, he said back in Ireland he was a teacher, under payed. Thats why he left he had hoped to find him self at a colege, learning more. "The American Dream of Education." but little did he know you needed money. Too much money. 5 rolled around and we said good bye. He got on the bus and that was it. I didnt get his name, but I hope I see him again. Its not everyday you meet someone who knows dali.
Today i got out and sat at the bus stop, in hope to go to newport for some records. While sitting an old man looking for money stop and started to talk to me, he said I looked like a person that wanted to be talked to. I was pleased with his company. Listening to him talk I realized that he was from Ireland. He told me he had left there with the illousion of America being one of the best places. In ways he said it was better. But the 'American dream' was not ment for people of other contries. He said before he knew it he was a alone, scared and poor. I asked him where he live and he pointed to a box on the side of him "I sleep where I fall."
In short time I noticed I missed my bus but instead of being pissed off like normal, I asked if he would have dinner with me. He looked at me crossly and asked if that was such a good idea. I said why not. You only live once. Agreeing we went to norms. Where everyone watched us. Ive never seen someone eat so much. We laughed and talk about books, art, and old movies. I was suprised of what he knew. He laughed and called me silly, and said he was poor but not stupid. Everyday he goes to get a book and learn of things he loved once before. I was confused when he said this, he said back in Ireland he was a teacher, under payed. Thats why he left he had hoped to find him self at a colege, learning more. "The American Dream of Education." but little did he know you needed money. Too much money. 5 rolled around and we said good bye. He got on the bus and that was it. I didnt get his name, but I hope I see him again. Its not everyday you meet someone who knows dali.
you are awesome for taking time to know this human being.