ode to grass...... er... something like that.

Its weird being on this side of the fence looking back at the two other fences you just hopped over, cutting through all those yards just to get to where you are. The grass is always greener? I dunno, it looks kinda brown in patches and it needs to be mowed back there. The grass I stand on is nice and green and full and spongy. I like it here. It is difficult to keep it looking and feeling nice, but I am on the greener side of the fence, and I like it here. That's just the way things go.
-my journal 12/7/04