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.
Intangible.
Everything is colored,
made out to be earthy.
