"Don't Think So Hard, Just Smoke Your Cigarette..."

I came home to-day by driving through the Hill Church Cemetery and saying hello to everyone there.

Waen's birthday. <3 We had a cake with strawberries and she got shiny beautiful tools for working on her cars with. She's happy, I think, and I'm glad, because Thursday night she cried so much, and that was the day we celebrated her birthday. She loves her shiny tools.

I hurt every place, especially all through my chest. I don't know what I did. I didn't think I did anything.

I brought home hundreds of photographs and I think that's all I brought; I came home with almost less than I started. I have scars and sunburns and black marks on my clothes where the kayak paddles dripped, and dirt in my shoes that came off mountains, and that's all I brought home.

For a little while also I left my crying in the lake, but that isn't the right place for it, it's too beautiful there, so I think it followed me home. I think that's all right. I don't know.

I am very cold but my heart not as much.