everytime i sit here she asks the same question. "can i read your palm?"
"no thanks." i say it nicely. why doesn't she ever remember that she's already asked me this?
but tonight it was different.
"i couldn't help but notice that your aura is showing all kinds of bright colors."
no question. yet. i smile politely. i don't know much about aura's. but i guess if i'm going to have one that others can see, a bright multi-colored one is a pretty good one. better than gray. or even chartreuse, if an aura could even handle a color like chartreuse. i'm still smiling.
and there comes the question. "i read palms, do you mind if i read yours?"
"no thanks." i say it nicely.
the moomoo is a fascinating fashion statement. basically, it's like wearing one large button up dress shirt. except you have to be old, and usually a lady. with short grey hair and a weathered face. the two old ladies that just passed me were wearing them. floral patterns at their best. a couple christmas' ago, grandma gave me one of her many moomoo's. it even smells like her. i plan on wearing it when i am old and grey. the short plump one pauses for a moment and smiles me in the eye. i can only guess its because of the many colored aura i am transmitting right now. i smile back from a place inside of me where the color orange lies. orange because she was warm and full of peace, and that's what kind of smile she made me find. her aura was a deep orange. at least that is what i would guess if i could see aura's.
i should have gotten a warm mocha, not an iced one. how was i to know? the crickets are pretty loud tonight. even out on this busy street corner. here she comes again. will she... sure enough. "still not interested?"
"no thanks." i say it nicely.
what a lovely song the night plays. with its colors and sounds and flavors. an aura filled with Life.
"no thanks." i say it nicely. why doesn't she ever remember that she's already asked me this?
but tonight it was different.
"i couldn't help but notice that your aura is showing all kinds of bright colors."
no question. yet. i smile politely. i don't know much about aura's. but i guess if i'm going to have one that others can see, a bright multi-colored one is a pretty good one. better than gray. or even chartreuse, if an aura could even handle a color like chartreuse. i'm still smiling.
and there comes the question. "i read palms, do you mind if i read yours?"
"no thanks." i say it nicely.
the moomoo is a fascinating fashion statement. basically, it's like wearing one large button up dress shirt. except you have to be old, and usually a lady. with short grey hair and a weathered face. the two old ladies that just passed me were wearing them. floral patterns at their best. a couple christmas' ago, grandma gave me one of her many moomoo's. it even smells like her. i plan on wearing it when i am old and grey. the short plump one pauses for a moment and smiles me in the eye. i can only guess its because of the many colored aura i am transmitting right now. i smile back from a place inside of me where the color orange lies. orange because she was warm and full of peace, and that's what kind of smile she made me find. her aura was a deep orange. at least that is what i would guess if i could see aura's.
i should have gotten a warm mocha, not an iced one. how was i to know? the crickets are pretty loud tonight. even out on this busy street corner. here she comes again. will she... sure enough. "still not interested?"
"no thanks." i say it nicely.
what a lovely song the night plays. with its colors and sounds and flavors. an aura filled with Life.
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