i wish i could lean against a tree and just be okay. claim. collected. (home) oh gosh, its doing it to me. making my eyes water. i wonder how long enough a tear gets heavy enough to roll down my cheek and fall off my chin. things feel so different now. on.... there goes the first one. its almost ten now. i hoped for snow but all i got was ice. my phone has been turned off all day. i wonder if... i once laid in it. just once. saw the blinder that held my notes. it surprised me, the size of it. i believe the color of the binder itself was purple. i can almost feel it, the touch of i focus hard. a touch in my hand. enough of this, about time to wash away the sins of day. i feel like i did when i wrote her the poem. in the grey folder. she thought it was a song though. angel boy out