poem.

making banana bread.
purple lipstick.
grass grows slow in america.

hiking a little while ago...loove moss !

from a hike a little ago...

poem.

Bla, bla, bla

I want to die 

I want to punch someone in the eye.

me... today...

...

One day. Far, Far away.

I want to isolate myself to where the babies sleep and

Where the blue birds sing. I want to be alone in the woods.

And I want to feel the wind blow through my soul’s brain.

I want to breathe and smile because I am alive. The earth

Is alive.  I want to isolate myself in a log cabin far, far away.

Where only the wild things play and the crows over watch. 

The best part about this is being alone and finally happy.

if only, if only the world was bologna.