paper boats

i'm back home. not too happy, not too unhappy i guess. perhaps a bit more unhappy than happy. it's fine. seeing people is nice.

going home to the woods in the rain was satisfactory. i like it up here. it's wet and brisk. the air is so much cleaner. perfect. sleeping in my own bed was lonely.

i can't help but be lost in those two weeks. it'll pass eventually, but i'm not so sure i want 'eventually' to take place.