My space, my time
It's november, finally. At least, thats what people say, and what the weather is hinting at. it's been such a long year, with people being shuffled in and out of my life, and me about to shuffle myself out of my own life. Living around here is growing to be more tiresome than ever, and right when i thought i might need my friends the most, i realized i dont need anything at all. Because, im fine. Out of everything that happens, or how my environment changes, im fine. But damn, how i wish i could get away under a tree with a joint and a good book. Alas, it's too cold, and short on i lack the, goods, so to speak. That, and i havent had a book pique my interest in almost 10 years. And, if debilitated memory serves me correctly, that book was some Steven King book, and it was gripping to my 11 year old mind, as though i could place myself outward from here. Ah, to be blessed with the ignorance of youth again....