From the classroom window
October 25, 2002 @ 11:45 a.m.
Everything is wonderful, wonderful. Doesn't life just seem wonderful?
I am such a horrible liar.
What a beautiful day it is, a beautiful day to never wake up. The perpetual gray consumes me, and I wrap myself in it, smiling. It feels good to return to nonchalance; I have trouble understanding the extremes of love and hate.
There is so much that is beautiful in this world: I dwell on a certain tree in particular lately. From the classroom window it looks like an oak tree, and I have watched its leaves change from green to buttercup and scarlet. I have seen it still, I have seen it violent, and there are times that I find myself wishing that I could frequent its branches. I am watching it die, and I know that I will watch it live again. The consistency of life.
Everything is not wonderful today. But that tree is.
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