I'm exhausted. I wonder what's next.
The weather has been great. The other day I saw a cypress tree, which is unusual up here. Being a cypress in the northwest probably isn't easy.
I feel like a cypress in California that is trying to escape to Seattle to hide under clouds.
I am here. I'm just not a cypress.
What am I doing? I guess I forgot.
I was always the kid who ran home as soon as school was out.
And always tried to do the alternative assignments.
[I lost a little bit of soul this year. ]--revision: I felt like I lost some soul, but actually hadn't. (8-7-08)
