The sweet rot of leaves reaches my nose as I step heavily down the rounded path. I'm on the road again. Back to traveling, just like i was before, the I of much older days has come back to borrow my body. We're together again, he and I, we're one, older and wiser, yet never old or wise enough. Crunching of small twigs and branches breaks the porcelain scilence and sets up a chain reaction of caucophonic beauty. A few birds take off from a near by tree and a chipmunk skitters accross in front of me. Life is so much more inviting than it's ever been, and it's not difficult to walk down this path. There is little life though, besides the small animals and birds there is nothing. There are no deer or wolves, and certianly no people other than me. I've begun to like it that way, no... like isn't correct, I've grown accustomed to it, to the scilence of a one man conversation, and the scilent encouragment that will never be uttered. I sigh, an alien sound in this beautiful place of death and loneliness. Perhaps it's time to no longer be alone, or perhaps it's time to leave and find another way...


omfg, my writing sucks this is pissing me off like no other.

ack you might not have liked it love, but i connected and related with it. good work for a whore :-). Much love Bryce, Andyroo.

I liked your writing too. Maybe it's just cause we're ALL a bunch of whores, but I found it enjoyable.

Hahaha, Amen to that Wendy. Much love!

-gasp- Who is that SEXY piece of ass?

Ah, I believe it's Brycey Wicey Woo [had to say it] (who's also a great writer)