Thursday, July 15, 2010

Oh, hey.

I've never been much of a writer.
I cannot get past the idea of
recording my thoughts, it seems silly to me.

It's beautiful here.
Not the city, not the highway--
the clear skies, the land beyond the roads.

There are so many different trees here.
Some I've only seen in 'parks' at 'home'.
I want to climb and smell different air.

I am a zombie.
I am not fully aware that I'm alive.
I feel more dead.

I am a ghost.
Phasing, influencing.

Everything is colored,
made out to be earthy.

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