those people were overjoyed; they took to their boats.
I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat.
the rhythm of my footsteps crossing flood lands to your door have been silenced forever more.
the distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
it seems farther than ever before
oh no. i need you so much closer.
i really hate to complain. but i'm just not in the mood at all for homework, not at all. i am going to write and listen to music that has nothing to do with american history or the scarlet letter.
i might post some mixed writings later.
rainy window; lamp post ; yellow and green