this is the poem, its beautiful. i love it. i love the way you write.Oh... and you know whats even worse than that? On the clearest days, I can see 100+ miles of mountains that I immersed myself in wasting vacation time after vacation time. Weeks! Some of it 2 or 3 times!
All the mornings, out in the wild, when I could have slept in... But, oh no - not me. I had to go scrambling over some rock outcropping in near darkness, smoke a spliff, and watch the sun paint the world.
Im such a moron.
What's all that crap on the leaves?
What's all that crap on the leaves?
That aint crap. Its the good shit!
Molly Ringwald...
Pretty in Pink. Im dating myself, aren't I?
Why, thank you DAT. You've been there, haven't you? Im recalling correctly? I remember you posting in 'Get High and Go Hiking'.