The Days Run Away, Just Like Wild Horses.

Sometimes I read books and forget that I'm reading them. I think I like it. But then I think I don't.

I'm learning how to write again. I forgot. But now I think I am doing okay. If I could I would write a book about bikes and trees. But maybe people wouldn't read it.

Tonight I am going to watch people play instruments and sing. They will sing about things that I don't really care about, but I will listen anyway.