Purple flowers don't last

Exhaustion. It rattles my brain and pokes holes in my thoughts. My body is a little sore but not too bad. There's this kid from town I keep running into at the most random times. I like him, he's cute. We have the occasional conversation. He's interesting. On a different note, when the Nicaragua team came home a couple weeks ago, I realized something that I have since been half-heartedly trying to suppress. I'm scared of it. But there's nothing I can do about it so I'll leave it be and see what happens, if anything. Now THAT would be interesting.