Complaining sort of.

I've got a sore throat.. It hurts like no other.

I haven't written in a while. Musical took up a lot of time. anyway. here goes.

Sometimes i wish i were a tree..
They stand with their toes oozing through the mud
perfectly content in their positions.
Everything is complacent except their many arms.
reaching, twisting, arthritic, yearning
addicted to the sky.

All a tree needs is the sky
Or no i guess it's really trying to get at the sun.
Never the less it's the one and only thing it wants.
I wish i only desired one thing.
But who says where the sky begins?
who says you can't gather so much sunlight
that you might actually be holding a piece of the sun?

Whatever.
No one else knows anything.
I'll see it the say I see it.
I'll get through the way I get through.
I'll become what I become.

good thing that's easier said than done.
God expects God-like qualities to come out of me.
Do I look like God?
no..


I'm so tired. Exhausted through and through.