metamorph.

maybe i should just leave and not come back for a few years. frankly, enthusiasm to try exhausts me. all too often i feel more adept to be a tree, or a rock, social contact unnecessary, and avoidable. i find myself craving to fall into and be swollen by something larger than my mind.

there is a chinese curse; may you live in interesting times. there is a following curse; may you find what you are looking for.

one day i'll find the perfect expression.

and then, i'll turn into a tree, i'll live for a million years and then turn to stone.

maybe then, vast spaces of peace.