Written in the woods at Evergreen, September 21, 2010
By Jaal
Life is whatever you want it to be.
It can be a jail with concrete walls the silouettes of which block out the very sun.
Life can be a book with no cover, no text, ready to be filled with whatever is thrown in it.
Life can be a garden, a playground, beautiful, amazing in its wonder.
Somehow, in the midst of all this, life can be hell.
