found in the forest despite all efforts

[swampwater]

a stark sunday of cold shivers and broken promises, running away from everyone, hiding in the closest patch of quiet trees i knew of, perched on a fallen tree arching over a rushing creek, pretending to still be an animal, curling against the wet bark when a car drove by on the road that ran alongside the creek only a few yards away. a girl comes

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[cheeze]

urge to communicate, commiserate, but what is there to say, to ask, to feel, worthless empathy again?

and being of outside even though one can sense the life within.

was she pretty? i loved her there.

[pharminatrix]

I just finished a book about a boy who could find running water with his mind, and with the help of his daddy's wooden leg. Then he saved Ireland. Kinda.

[nonspecific]

Well, the scones sucked anyway. Apparently the label was a big lie, it wasn't self-rising, it was plain. Plus I forgot the sugar. They were more like pie crust with berries and nuts than scones.
I think Jodie was a little pissed about leaving so late, though.

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[swampwater]

despite the turnout i am sorry i missed the pie-crust scones. you should tell me what defines a scone and how to make them and then i will make scones that will put yours to shame! only i won't be so rude about it and i'll just hand you a tasty scone.

[morningeyes]

in the summer, when all the children are gone and the grass is green, i like to sit with the trees on my school's lawn and then everything can disappear- the cars on the streets, the garbage blowing in the wind, even the hot sun. it all goes away and for awhile, it's my own world of ethereal pulsing and mist and everything is truly the same.

other times, i like to sit next to the river, on a little rock i have found. and i can learn to overlook the smell of the river and the construction of new riverfront condos and i throw little rocks at the mutant fish that jump and skip across the water. and i sometimes imagine jumping in after my fish siblings, because it is as if they are singing. and in my head it is remembered lines of poetry: "brings back lover one day..." and it's all loop and repeat and familiar patterns.

and these are the times i can realize that everything can not be explained or solved by chemicals. there is intricacy in simplicity and vice versa.

♥
(incoherent ramblings are the spice of life)