morgueville,heartland living.

the skin on my legs resembles that of a snake shedding itself. my feet and my neck and other parts of my body itch, red with rashes. my elbows are hurting from the hits and misses from the hard rocks and bits. and i have been waking up in too many boulevards of broken dreams. the last night it was in the grave of darkness, but the freezing cold was the one that slapped me in the face.

thank goodness field camp is over.
the weather was fantastic. no rain to drown us all. the clear blue sky that stretched over the huge green field was like a still from Song He rice commercials. you could almost see kids running across with innocent laughters. well that is, if you erase off the tonners and the dark green temporary tentages. and the superiors. but it was the stars that almost killed me with their amazing splendor. we laid down on the field and drooled.

then there were others.

the green packs with pretty names. (but then barley chestnut with soya milk was good.) selfish individuals who shed through layers of colours and making you boil with anticipation to give each and single one of them a tight slap. not very friendly crawlied-fiends. the impossibly heavy load that dragged us like chains. the murderous finale that was The Day When Time Stood Still burned my elbows and knee caps whilst the sun blind you as you manoeuvre your way through the lane.
and now i just hate creame de la green.