Subject	The tree and the house
DateCreated	4/29/2008 10:39:00 PM
PostedDate	4/29/2008 10:27:00 PM
Body	And with those words I made my life into a house I don't try to control the words just come into my head and I imagine a reply but never are the replies I asked for given though I plead inside my mind it's not manipulation just anticipation but no one sees what I want so long I got off easy easy living in a comfortable home a tricky lightswitch to turn on the lights and all the warmth would spread to every corner except for when the furniture was moved about and covered shadows' places and I grew a tree within the yard that somehow made the day seem brighter and called out in the night and I would lay under it's shade in the darkness knowing that when I woke there would be light so every morning was much brighter then storms came fast and branches broke but roots stayed strong I've heard that trees can last quite long if they are good and strangly I think I read it in a book but now I'm looking back on things and I'm living every word the lights don't come on, even in the day the house is cold the floor is cold the furniture is gone the moving boxes fill the walls and all the spaces I've been hungry for so long, but just can't seem to find the box I ate from and I look outside, and sit where my tree used to be it bids me now and then to try and grow some weeds that die off in the morning when it snows I guess the roots were never deep enough my foundation's weak I come home to an empty house but it's never really home and I'm no good at growing trees so bury me, I cried isntead, bury me to no reply ----------- I'm too lazy to actually finish this piece of shit.