"home, to me, is reality and all i need something real."

sunday dinners are relaxing at my home in the summertime. school work is not a worry. though horse shoes is not a big past time in my family, it's now something i look forward to when i'm home with my family. there's something about bare feet, lying in the grass, hearing/telling the same stories i've heard more than twice, but each time the make a little more sense. i don't know if there's more or less exaggerations, but there are still the laughs. that plane was flying overhead while i was on my back. it's like everything was in the backyard. bare feet. we used to go everywhere in those things. our feet would be black from the asphalt, green from the grass, scraped from the pool floor. raw-b tells me that's how you get worms. they enter through your feet and march around your body for a little bit and then you get 'em out the way you get most things out of your body. that's why i don't do that very much anymore, the whole barefoot thing. i think the bareness of your feet allows you to remember things more though. like the feeling of the grass, the rock, the doggie doodle. all of it. enters through the feet. like the worms.