The water hot (that's the good part) and wet (that's the important part) drowns the leaves and pieces of fruit and... stuff (I'm never sure what is what) the teabits sigh making me wish that I was the stuff with which you make tea
I'm interested in finding myself. In finding the way to myself. In paths, in stories, in ways and changing ways. In old ways. In history, people history, thing history. Where I've been, where I will be. Where I am. That last one is always the hardest to answer.