i'm watching these orange leaves dance in the air. They're celebrating their freedom from living. A dancing death.
I'm sitting here at work at my desk stairing out of the huge window in front of me. The wind is scattering the leaves about and shaking the
trees free of their color. I have no interest in being here today. Today would have been a good day for canoeing.
I've got some pop music blaring on the office stereo trying to pretend that I'm not already annoyed by the repetition of meaningless noise.
Stability and idealism have become my prison. I have convinced myself to do these things which I imagine will fullfill me. I doubt I'll ever learn to
love this life. I'm simply just too afraid to move away from this system of comfort. The wind just picked up again. The poor tree is losing
its top. heh. it's going bald. this is a sure sign of summer's end. sigh. i have to get to work.
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