Tell me the river and the grass and the trees
Tell me why you had to leave

Tell me the wind and the stars and the sky
And tell me why you made me cry

reflections of the day

No AP exams for me. 80 dollars I don't wish to have spent. Is it education?

The art of love. But I feel nothing compared to how he loves me. Am I to stay with him? A fool I adore who is so unworldly according to my own definition. But is my definition jaded?

Today the relationship achieves a new level. He feels significance. Will I?

He is simply a boy, I feel. Innocent and shy. Perhaps he is not innocent. But he accounts for himself, and that's why I like him. He in uneducated but adorable in his ignorance. Is it enough I continue to wonder...

The lost art of thought.

But he adores me I say.

But he makes me happy I say.

But is it worth it I wonder.