i tried to shake the tree
the tough oak wouldn't budge
burdens between the soft spoken word
unwinding from the tops,
with hunter shots.
i wear a bright brown shirt
resembling the hide of a deer.
so i myself can't hide between the brush's tears.
let the others decide,
that this season will be my last this year.
Quote by ottoavist

i suppose there's a chance
i'm just a litte too shallow to consider
that maybe i've been a little more eager
each day to wake up and take a shower
brush my teeth and smile for the mirror