Tuesday, September 6, 2011

it's shameful to keep a dryad inside.

i'm quite certain that the desire to be outside (as opposed to writing this paper however short it may be,) is going to burn a hole through my mind...

if i keep breathing this deep and closing my eyes to hear the trees and the crickets then either my lungs will explode or i'll fall asleep with a ridiculous smile on my face.

neither of these things help me accomplish the many tasks i need to see to...

haha, Lord, whenever i have my own house that porch swing will be a marvelous place to curl up with a blanket and feel the cool breeze...

indeed.

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