What am I going to do? When will I stop questioning everything and take action? Is my questioning nessacary for my understanding of the action I want to take? If not me then who... Me feeling overwhelmed is not going to change anything. I just listened to a story about how women planted billions of trees in Africa...When am I going to start planting?

I walked through a maze once and it was so surreal I can, now, only remember it as a dream.

I think I may have brought a puppy home once, that puked on my lap and was immediatly taken back to the farm we had rescued it from.

I may have been stuck in an elevator with my dad and his brother, but they say they don't remember...

Did my dad really snore so loudly it shook the house or was it something else?

When I was still in elementry school I would swear to people, up and down, that I once closed my eyes at night only to wake to the sun a second later.

Was there actually a big dinosour that I went to on a school trip...it looked like the largest slide in the world.

When I smelled weed for the first time, I recognized it immediatly as the smell that permeated my dads room on the bad days.

Katie and I made a trip across a dark feild to a two level shed, I think, and the dolls that were perched on the stairs looked like monsters waiting for a meal.

We finally had our talk...

And it reminded me of rainy days in the summer. A relief from the heat.

So what will I breathe in next...

And who's body will I finally posess.

I'm ready for red sunstreaks...

And the quite sound the ocean makes when muffled by a window...

Who are you?