mtheodore: go climb a tree
mtheodore: we dig our tree house
mtheodore: they tell me that i exist, that all this is real...but sometimes i've got my doubts
mtheodore: tree child
mtheodore: songs are like tattoos
mtheodore: we like it here
mtheodore: field of diamonds in the sky
mtheodore: tail lights receding
mtheodore: why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? i guess that wouldn't work. someone would leave. someone always leaves. then we would have to say good-bye. i hate good-byes.
mtheodore: sky blue sky
mtheodore: a place i stopped yesterday
mtheodore: i came to this footpath