friday the 13th, funny, another day that's supposed to be really bad, evil, like where i live reading old things that didn't make it up here, words i wrote in class, on paper, about a girl i've already forgotten, in preparation for next quarter's jewel wonder if talk is cheap the written word even cheaper, imaginations, perceptions, realizations too early, before we were told because there is no prison somethings i write are very beautiful, enchanting, amazing, like the words formed themselves, i only helped them into being, like wu-wei, out of the absolute tao, sunyata emptiness, vast, great, doubt and death, i was there, i followed, i learned, i forgot. too early that time forgot, 5 days of school left, less than that really. time passing like wind through trees, spring arriving not early, retreating through the backdoor, not yet ready with keys through the front, announcing the arrival, wintering, not quite leaving, not ready to leave without a fight, oh the answer was "a coffin" trials tribulations gifts treats, not to live a life, but a life to let live