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September 10th, 2007
My journal
Today I found a tree. It's peaceful. and rather secluded. The wind blows. The air is warm. The leaves rustle and the sun shines.
Two days ago I got the first feel of fall. It blew through my window and I tasted the cold. I could smell that familiar autumn scent and it made me glad that summer is nearly over.
Being in this tree makes me feel so content.
The branch I'm lying on is so representative of my life right now. It's solid. But not enough to feel completely comfortable and safe. But, at least for now, I think I'm alright with that. The branch is a little too close to the ground to feel like I'm invisible. But I don't want to be entirely hidden anyway. Besides, if I spotted someone relaxing in a tree, writing in a journal, I would be jealous.
If I fall, it's going to hurt. But I'm willing to take that risk. Without risks, there is no spontenaity, and without spontenaity, things get boring.
This branch makes me feel a little lonely. I wish I could share it with someone, but someone who is able to appreciate it as much as I do. But I also realize that I am mostly alright with feeling lonely. It's going to hurt sometimes. Hell, it hurts me now, but i think that maybe it's a place I'm going to have to be for a little while. At least until I learn the gratefulness I'm going to need.
People pass by beneath me
faces focus and fade
my art lies in my dreams
a future built on hope
My journal
Today I found a tree. It's peaceful. and rather secluded. The wind blows. The air is warm. The leaves rustle and the sun shines.
Two days ago I got the first feel of fall. It blew through my window and I tasted the cold. I could smell that familiar autumn scent and it made me glad that summer is nearly over.
Being in this tree makes me feel so content.
The branch I'm lying on is so representative of my life right now. It's solid. But not enough to feel completely comfortable and safe. But, at least for now, I think I'm alright with that. The branch is a little too close to the ground to feel like I'm invisible. But I don't want to be entirely hidden anyway. Besides, if I spotted someone relaxing in a tree, writing in a journal, I would be jealous.
If I fall, it's going to hurt. But I'm willing to take that risk. Without risks, there is no spontenaity, and without spontenaity, things get boring.
This branch makes me feel a little lonely. I wish I could share it with someone, but someone who is able to appreciate it as much as I do. But I also realize that I am mostly alright with feeling lonely. It's going to hurt sometimes. Hell, it hurts me now, but i think that maybe it's a place I'm going to have to be for a little while. At least until I learn the gratefulness I'm going to need.
People pass by beneath me
faces focus and fade
my art lies in my dreams
a future built on hope