To: The Trees.

This morning I woke up to the beautiful sun shining through my windows. My sister was long gone on her way to Bonaroo, I only wish I could go. Im going to the beach tomorrow, thankgod. I have a lot to sort out in my head, the long drive might help clear things up. I have been going outside a lot lately, the fresh air makes it a lot easier to think. I can imagine anything while im out there. When Im laying in the grass it makes me feel better, the trees, the clouds, the leaves can never judge me, they understand. Mother nature will listen, and i know, they wont tell a soul either.