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Who am I? And how, I wonder, will this story end?

I'll be the last sound that you hear as your eyes close.

.my name is distance.
3 September
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When I was a child, I used to climb the sycamore trees that were planted around the condos where we lived. When we moved to Orlando, there was one in my back yard, and as I grew, it seemed to grow with me. It had the biggest leaves, and in the fall, you could walk out my back door and immerse yourself in a sea of death, dead leaves that had drifted down, throughout the night, to their final resting place; a bed of wet grass. Every now and then you could find one still clinging to the tree, crying out with its faint breath to just be let go. That's the problem with trees. They don't know when to let go. They were littered with orange and brown stains of imperfection, and they may have been stubborn, but not stupid. In the spring, they would be clad in a thick coat of greenery, but no one ever takes road-trips up north in the spring to watch the leaves come in. We all get into our rented mini-vans and family sedans to see the beauty that is nature, in its purest, most innocent form, not knowing when to let go.

I see it around me.
I see it in everything:
I could be so much more than this.

3 a.m., a&w root beer, aesop rock, alcohol, alcohol x3, alone time, american beauty, angelina jolie, bare trees, batman underoos, beer sucks, being alive, being bipolar, being blind, being cold, being obsessive compulsive, better than ezra, billy joel, black and blue together, black chalk, bloodxcore, brand new, breaking faces, breaking hearts, butt-sex, cedar chests, christmas tree shopping, cloud robes, crying wolf, cursive, daffy duck, dead leaves, dead poets, death, doodle and pussy, drinking, driving, edwin mccain, eighth notes, finding my home, five people, full house, fun dip, getting married at denny's, gin, girl interrupted, going deaf, good will hunting, heroin, high school romance, hillside, hot rod circuit, hxc, i am a housewife, independence day, indycar, influenza, jack kerouac, jeff goldbloom, jesus, kevin cline, kevin spacy, kurt vonnegut, late night phone calls, laughing, learning, lemans, life, life as a house, lightning, living, living wills, losing, losing my faith, loving, loving greg norris, lucky boys confusion, marion virginia, melodrama, missing you, moth balls, my guitar, never losing, new smyrna beach, niggers, on the road, one more year please, oregon, our lady peace, pale girls, patch adams, paying it forward, peter gabriel, piano, poetry, rain, reading, road trips, robin williams, rum, running away, sharing the profit, silverstein, sirens and titans, slaughterhouse five, sleeping in, smiling, snoop doggy shit, snow falling on eugene, sophomore girls, spilling my guts, starry night, straylight run, suitcases for always, sunflowers, sunrise, sunset, taking back sunday, teaching, teeth, tequila, the beach, the color black, the color blue, the dharma bums, the giver, the meaning of life, the new amsterdams, the oviedo hardcore scene, the potato eaters, the rolex 24, the space program, the stars, the twilight singers, the west coast, third eye blind, thrash/death metal, thunderstorms, tuesdays, tuesdays with morrie, twothirtyeight, using, using and losing, vincent van gogh, virginia, vodka, vostok, what dreams may come, winning all the time, writing