well hello.

i really don't have much to say.
i was just sick of looking at the
other journal entry. well and
anyways, spring is actuallyfinally
here, and i like the feeling
of winter leaving my raw lungs
and spring filling the holes
that all the icicles left.
all the snow that collected
in the crevasses of unpeeling
birch bark is melted and i
am listening to casimir
pulaski day, so everything
is OK.

the end.