The season, it changes...

but so ever slowly.
like a long poem, with its rhymes and stanzas.
it's imagery and it's metaphors.
it's just a lovely sight to see.
the leaves of the tree i hang near during lunch are almost gone.
it's different.
but maybe change is good this year.
questions are dangerous things.
they can inflict pain or pleasure or neither or both.
the answer is just as important as the question, of course.
i was requested to ask a question i've been holding back.
i dont know if its a smart move just yet or if it's better ot to hold back any longer.
timing can be crucial.
or with some people, timing is never an issue.
its always hard to identify.
my friends seem distant
so more that others.
that's probably because i am distant.
i am drifting.
but they should know that i'm not going to stay only on the side i drifted to.
i'm a ferry iceberg.
i go from port to port.
wow, it sounds like i'm a slut.
haha :]
she stole my watch.
she must feel my wrath!!!!!!
or something more loving.
i'd go with the latter.
<3
bye