Getting a new notebook is a simple joy. Its blank pages a very symbolic, full of hope for the future. Looking through the empty leaves I wonder what parts of me will end up on the page and whether or not it will have been worth it.
I got a new notebook recently and I thought for a long time before putting anything on the first page. In the end I think I may have been a little over eager and I don't really like this as much as I hoped I would, but it's certainly not the worst thing I have written. It is however certainly appropriate given my current surroundings. I'm working at a summer camp out in east Texas, and it's probably about 100,000,000,000,000 degrees. I wore a shirt all day once, and I never had to work directly in the shade, but I still found that my shoulders were boiled when I lay down in bed for the night. Here it is either way,
Springtime in Texas
Up from the ground with heaving shoulder
The flower puts off earth and boulder
But as it looks up to the sky
It's already begun to die
The sun it shines with brilliant power
And burns and wilts the little flower
Yet at it has begun to die
By golden rays in open sky
A savior of some sort, and how!
A hungry beast, the lonely cow
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I think it's about death or regret or something, I'm not one hundred percent sure. I don't think it's bad though. Oh well...
