udaho.

[these_eyes_lie]

Sometimes at night I'll sit in my driveway and watch things pass; cars are few and far between, but the landscape is bustling regardless. The brustle of the leaves against the pavement gives me the chills. I can't stop my mind from wandering. I remember the tires that once rolled along the pavement's corrugated surface. I recall an awkward boy clobbering up and down its length, crushing the choir of acorns that collected beneath the tree. He was so unaffected, so carefree and lively. He believed that acorns were full of cheese- why else would squirrels crave them so? I try my hardest to progress and take note of things that keep me from achieving that ultimate goal, but every once in a while I slide that under the bed in favor of a sophomoric self loathing. Over analyzer. Complicator. The Boy Without a Sieve.

There's been a pile of broken glass next to my bed for over four days. I enjoy its company.