Hide the Sky

There is this big, really big, palm tree that 'almost' hides the sky at number 11. I miss that tree today.

I want to lay on the grass and look deep into that palm tree right now. Deep enough to find all those damn tennis balls we hit into it while playing cricket in the street.

By the way, there is nothing to hide from on this side of the world. I shook the hand of the devil today and he could not look me in the eye.

And I 'almost' can't remember why the hell I let all that other stuff burn me so. It seems so insigificant now. So painted. So overly glossy. And predictably white.