Staring out my window.

I'm looking at the tree getting blown about and I'm wandering. Just getting lost in the rippling to and fro movement.

I wander if my life is like one of those leaves you know. Connected to the tree, the larger part of existence, the here and now. If I were to fall off, much like any of those leaves, the hundreds of similar green things, would anyone really notice. No/ Maybe those closest to me. But I really doubt I'd be missed for long you know.

Two weeks and it'd be over. Life would resume as normal.

Not that I am going anywhere. Not that I'm due a popping off at any point in the near future.

I can't wait for some fun.