update.

[hokumhaiku]

Stress level goes up as the autumn leaves fall. My head is cloudy with visions of failure and fear, as the streets are with the mucky damp leaves. I've decided that fall=anxiety and spring is recovery. Everything dies in the winter. It's going to be tough waiting for my clean slate of blooming flowers and success in my career. Though my branches are bare and my insides are frozen, there are a few things left in my life that are green and very, very alive. Without these things I know I would wither away into the streets and decompose along side the rain soaked leaves...

I love someone and it feels good.