silence.

you know, i don't often think of sickness and disease in nature...

but when you think of roots and stems rotted away from sitting in water, trees molding over to their demise, saturated bark becoming dead and falling away, spots that attack flowers and leaves...

it makes sense.

sometimes you wish the rotten parts of you would just rot and then die away, but instead they turn to gangrene.
you desperately try to amputate the limp before it spreads, but how is that in your power?


all your left with is fighting until the fit passes, then wearily pulling yourself back up.

put on your favorite pull-over, the only pair of jeans you like, and some red converse, look in the mirror and say 'thank goodness that isn't you... that isn't you...
you find your mind exhausted as you kick through the leaves on the ground...


mmm, feels good to walk alone, talking to yourself, watching your converse sift through the leaves and asking orion if he has to deal with such things.


the attack subsides, and you're left alone for a time.

alone means peace.

and i haven't met many people that i could feel at peace with.

just a few i suppose.

...and that one kid wasn't one of them.