Am I too sincere? Do I just seem like the cliche of a person to you?
*things you should probably know before this post*
-my family owns land in mississippi that i remember vividly as being a place my grandfather loved.
-my grandfather just died this weekend. my grandfather the poet, the preacher, the joker.
-I left home at noon on Friday, drove all day, got to Mississippi at midnight, woke up the next morning for a 12 hour funeral service with no food, went to bed and then woke up the next morning and hiked on this pine timber land which we just sold and was just cut.
-i knew we were having timber cut but i didn't think about which land it would be.
I'm angry and tired and hungry and I have experienced the deaths of two who I didn't know well but who I admired and adored: my grandfather and my woods.
I know now where my paper comes from. It's from the broad old pine next to the colapsed barn. It's from the thin sleek pine collared in blue against the fence. Each piece of paper was someone's forest, do you see?
And I guess all I mean is that:
I know now the price I pay for my words.
-my family owns land in mississippi that i remember vividly as being a place my grandfather loved.
-my grandfather just died this weekend. my grandfather the poet, the preacher, the joker.
-I left home at noon on Friday, drove all day, got to Mississippi at midnight, woke up the next morning for a 12 hour funeral service with no food, went to bed and then woke up the next morning and hiked on this pine timber land which we just sold and was just cut.
-i knew we were having timber cut but i didn't think about which land it would be.
I'm angry and tired and hungry and I have experienced the deaths of two who I didn't know well but who I admired and adored: my grandfather and my woods.
I know now where my paper comes from. It's from the broad old pine next to the colapsed barn. It's from the thin sleek pine collared in blue against the fence. Each piece of paper was someone's forest, do you see?
And I guess all I mean is that:
I know now the price I pay for my words.