dont get disappointed.

strange and untrue

the pond outside my father's apartment. it was summer time and you could smell the dry grass. the dirt was a red clay. the sun was just behind the trees on the hill up ahead. you could feel the cold air coming on now. all the rocks in the world wanted to be thrown. its just another day. you dont know any better though. this is what will hit you everyday for the rest of your life and you will want nothing else than to be back here.

its gone now and all you can do is keep walking, keep running, keep escaping, keep arriving, keep on, keep it all, and keep moving.

tim.