the leaves are not changing yet.

The ones that are falling are burnt to a crisp by the sunlight.

regardless, I like them.

that emotion makes me swoon.

I am the rain.

Let me flow not into the sewage but evaporate to the sun.

You think it's ugly but I think it's you. oh these floods...
etah, backwards it looks more like apathy and this is the conclusion I have come to within these four walls. Those who don't care shouldn't be cared about. I didn't think it was possible in this skull to feel this, maybe it's a created or heightened but I am using this is class. Thank you for this center and I think I despise you b-b-b-b-because of that.

Rain, rain, rain. take me away love.

Love ensues when thinking of those there and here and behind the tree. Knowledge is beauty and the rest is going in the can designated for la garbage.

wheat.

This isn't what I wanted. There isn't room to express. It amazes me that this faux-metropolian wasteland is bigger yet it lacks so much. can I really handle the next years trapped in this tomb of boredom? this is my fault. I am the one who is bored and anti-social and boring. smile. other people have done this before. let me escape somewhere where I can smile in some fragment of culture and love and someone who will give me a hug and I am pathetic. This is pathetic. any fragment of home makes my heart wrench with sadness. things were supposed to be better and they are not.

lost in the abyss. please rescue me. so much inward thought so many other words spoken and no one looks at the moth because it isn't as flamboyant as the butterfly. don't let this burn. peel back the wings and there is beauty underneath. I promise.

their river is polluted and cocaine. I want a river that I can wander across and gaze at in clarity. this is muddled by newness.

I am sorry I am so deflated.
wash away.

this is claustrophobic.

can't handle this.

there is now where to go.

happiness isn't found in broken sidewalks.

Patience is a virtue.

Patience is a virute that I do not posess.

I am falling into the same cycle and it is causing my feet to rot as I walk.

Thus I cannot skip. Only stumble.

this water tastes like chlorine, not clear. Ha!