I walked down the street today gathering handfuls of cicadas, while the millions of others droned on in the trees leaving my ears ringing.
Their beady eyes and unsettling bodies make me think that if they were amplified in scale, they could easily be the title character of a sci fi horror movie.  As is, they illicit screams from passerby's who are unlucky enough to be utilized as a landing pad. The only thing I find disturbing about them is their unusually long life cycles (insects living as long as house pets is strange to me) and their habit of leaving behind their exoskeletons as souvenirs.


It was a weird day, crying at the doctor's office induced by needles and scary prescriptions.
It's been a bad 6 months. I can only hope that everything calms down soon, so that I can move on with things.
I'm ready for school to start again, though I haven't made any work since I've been away or even thought of anything of consequence. I suppose sometimes life just throws a wrench in the spokes and you just have to drag yourself up again.