Two skies, one on top of the other.  The purple seems to bring out the perfection of this lake.  I want to go there.

I am watching Forrest Gump in class.  Its the part where Jenny dies and Forrest is talking to her grave.  He put the letter that his son wrote to her.  It has mom on the envelope.  I couldnt tell you how many times I have written to my mother.  She has not written me back yet. I suppose it is just a childs fantasy to expect never to be left alone by ones parent.  I hope someday I will understand what it means to never be left alone.  To have someone think you are the most precious gift in the world.  Maybe then I will see that I am a person worth keeping...