snow^

this month, as the stars predicted. amount to snow, alot of it. its gonna be a different month, but that’s not to blame for this tired twenty-one year old body.

you don’t need a resolution to change things, but this is where it all begins.

drafts

ive been through the desert on a horse with no name.

but ill never give up the rain. deserted alleys and disturbing aromas fill the gray frothed cup of a campus we swim through.

the summer pool has started. forced to jump in before we could test the waters. i hope to get lost in the text filling my pool as i grasp the forced concepts displayed so just so just so. divorced from this intrusive individual society.

ill find  time to squeeze oranges for a thick pulped drink but right now a text entitled “developing management skills” drawls my thirsty horse

amazing. contemplating the effort and time is fantastic