quiet. spring has come. everything is green with flashes of color, like great exclamation points. fat red tulip heads...gorgeous purple iris...happy white daisies, at the foot of great conifer.

soon. summer will come in her flirty skirt and brown skin. and i hope to be gone gone gone:

-fishing
-nuts
-north
-home

no worries. in debt up to my neck. what difference does worry do but put more wrinkles on the ones you haven't got? my head has been somewhere else. finding where i belong. i know where it is i don't.
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who are you now?
the girl with alot less baggage. i've weeded out the junk, of dusty old boxes, pathetic love letters, and memories that don't do much for me but make me wonder who that person was. i am the hopeful, silently waiting for my chance. i am the responsible, using my blinkers to signal which way i'll turn. i am the letting go...who makes time to laugh every friday night and walk lonely dogs.