eleven tree.

i found my tree, 11, today. i still don't know why. that's just my number, i believe. i was always bad at sports and math. but i had a green jersey with the number 11. i never cared much for the twin towers with their monstrous shadows but i loved them tied together with that tightrope walker in between. and their ghosts join 11 in my mind. a friend is making a book called 5. i thought it must have some personal mystic connectivity, but it seems it's just a number and that is enough, i don't know, maybe it will become mysterious in time, now that it is bound, maybe his 5 will be unbound. i was jealous he had a book and not me, but that's nowhere, man, you just can't compare, it's like why compare 11 and 5, these things are six degrees apart. these things are in a continuum, these things are not the same.