Round II

[tosca_is_taken]

The oberlin leaves were profound this fall. They turned red and glossy like organs in October; I came back and they had blown away, leaving the tree bones looking old and naked. Everywhere I walk, I sift through the dry and withered versions of those colors, dusty browns beneath my Uggs. I sought out change; winter, so symbolic of death, may be

Comments

[anonymous]

and here I thought you were totally against feeling sorry for oneself -- or does that rule not apply to you?

typical

[tosca_is_taken]

reese, stop being a cunt.