it's been a while since i've sat on the roof. the trees ahead are lush and furred with leaves, obscuring my usual view of rooftop and horizon. it's 8:46 and still light outside. the wind is cool on my face. i close my eyes.

today was the last day of school before exams. i almost cried during some of my classes. i'm going to miss this year... every ( Read more... )

it's windy on the roof. the sun sets in a pale blue sky. everything is very bittersweet-- kind of lonely, kind of meant to be that way.

how appropriate.

flowers, deceived by this facade of spring, are springing up all over the yard.

i wave to a passerby. he wonders why i'm where i am.

two days.