My green eyes have caused me more trouble than they are worth. Not only do they not see 20/20, but what others see in them can be, well, distracting. Irrelevant.
What I can see through those eyes can be as amazing as creation, as delicate as flowers. As terrible as your worst imagination. Fine sunrise. The end of a persons exsistence. Copious amounts of blood, gyser like, from wounds given from another. A newborn, whose first touch was mine. Ghosts in the firehouse; walking in, milling about, craving return to either the living, or peace with the dead. Sunsets, moonrise (killer one last night), rains marching down from the Koolau's.
Seeing laughter. Being jealous.
"Whats the green one?"
"You'll like that"
(pops large pill into mouth, swallows with beer)
"You didnt drink more than that beer, did you?"
"6, why?"
"Uh, you probably dont want to know"
"What the fuck do you mean by that?"
"Good night, Mark"
Never ever take a Placidyl (?sp?) 750. Never, well, unless you want to sleep for a day,....or 2.
Green.
The water can be a lucious color of green, sometimes in the early AM, she gets all funky with hues of green, mixing all up with the blue. Evening time, just before sunset, she takes the last light of day, refracts the hell outta it, and puts on a show.
Damn, today has been a long, long, day.
Aloha.
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