I finished my essays an hour early... yet I had written 5 fucking pages. I was proud of myself. But moving swiftly on... when I was sleeping...though not really because I can't sleep sitting down at desks with arms pressed all up against my face... I remembered treebeard... "...many of these trees were my friends... I knew them from nut and acorn...they were still developing their own voices in nature..." as he walked into a part of his forest home that was destroyed and used for industrial fuel... read more
