Fail

around eleven i went for a walk by myself and wandered around some streets. i also went to the burial grounds. i stoped for a minute and it felt like i was in a movie. it was kind of foggy and alot of the leaves had fallen off and were dead. there were a lot of shadows. and there were gravestones. it felt like a headless man should come out and axe me. the leaves are pretty when they are all different colors but are ugly when they turn all brown. its sort of like a lot of things. when there is a change in your life it is exciting but then when you get into a routine your not enjoying it anymore. routine is sort of like a bunch of dead leaves. i saw a little plack on one of the big trees and read it. it said this tree is believed to have been planted in 1883 as a shady tree. i wonder if the person was really thinking about the shade they would get from this tree when they planted it. if that tree was planted in 1883 that would make it one hundred years older than me. i bet that tree has seen a lot. i wonder what it would tell me if it could talk.