Carvings I & II

At night I would sneak off into the woods to write things into trees that no one would ever read. I didn't mind that I would never receive any recognition for those carvings, or that they did nothing to advance the grand dream that seemed to be permanently encased in my skull.

At night I would sneak off into the woods to write things into trees that no one would ever read. I minded a lot that these carvings never easily translated into a pair of lips or some profound artistic insight.