dear reading the tea leaves diary,
by in large, my diary represents the biggest part of what goes through my head at a given moment- a snapshot if you will- of the 'goings on' inside my tiny pea sized place where nothing makes sense really, but cents are made. today it all came together, that is, until it all fell apart, but for the few minutes it all worked, i remembered who i was. over the years the dirt has washed down the hill and now there is mud on the concrete and on the mud grows a thick layer of something that is not grass and not mold, but something in between- maybe moss carpet. i would have loved it as a kid, but as an adult i found it annoying- for i couldn't stop stepping in the shit and each time i did my buck forty body sunk three inches- but i didn't get muddy. i miss my sandbox. i'm not afraid of spiders anymore and that's prolly a good thing.
by in large, my diary represents the biggest part of what goes through my head at a given moment- a snapshot if you will- of the 'goings on' inside my tiny pea sized place where nothing makes sense really, but cents are made. today it all came together, that is, until it all fell apart, but for the few minutes it all worked, i remembered who i was. over the years the dirt has washed down the hill and now there is mud on the concrete and on the mud grows a thick layer of something that is not grass and not mold, but something in between- maybe moss carpet. i would have loved it as a kid, but as an adult i found it annoying- for i couldn't stop stepping in the shit and each time i did my buck forty body sunk three inches- but i didn't get muddy. i miss my sandbox. i'm not afraid of spiders anymore and that's prolly a good thing.
