~Parks and greener grass

I suppose I'm a little stuck on myself. What other reason would there be to save every damn sentence I write, year after year?

I read over this one this morning. I wrote it in '97, before having to move out of the city... before things got really bad for me there. I know that I saved it because I liked the way it read, but right now... it's just making me miss the park. Funny how even in our own heads, the grass changes color with time and distance.