everything is so verdant, i couldn't find dry grass for the beesmoke. it is an amazing but in-your-face kind of beauty i'm experiencing, there is so much silence and ennui and repetition, yet a demanding whisper persists: "BE GRATEFUL!" and i am.... there is so much honey to be had, baby food plants inhabit the earth, flowers cling to other flowers and use them to launch themselves, spiralling, upward. in this world it is lack of imagination to be bored, yet it is there, staring at me with a green leafy, gorgeous face. there is no time, there is time aplenty. there is so much to do, i don't know what to do with myself.
how completely odd is it that i entertain snippets of daydreams of fall, that old schoollearned acceleration, the feeling of possibility again. this is how one wishes one's life away....