| We passed this burning van on the highway and there was this huge amount of black smoke enveloping the road you could feel the heat from the fire through the side of our car my parents said, oh my god, I hope everyone got out alive
I have to wonder how this can be a metaphor for my life
there has to be something about me there
I saw this burned forest once the trees were all black and twisted and bare demented and charred utterly black they were so pretty and desolate, there in the middle of the untouched green forest
I have to wonder how this can be a metaphor for my life
Maybe it means something, and I just don't know what it is
It once rained all week (it doesn't rain here much) and the air was so consistently gray cold wind and water in the early summer and I wore shorts to Wal-Mart and I was bitterly cold
I have to wonder how this can be a metaphor for my life
There was something about it that struck me as beautiful | 
