Sunday, August 03, 2008

The Animals

Henry David Thoreau calls to me in my dreams.
or maybe, perhaps, Walden does.

wilderness.
quietude.
nature.



i am so over Dallas.



we gotta get out of this place... if it's the last thing we ever do.

3 comments:

Heather said...

I understand what you mean.

I like the poem you posted earlier. Have you written about it before? It seems very familiar, and from you.

levi said...

i am fairly certain i've not posted about it before... but, i love it.

aaron said...

i soon return to dallas.