so i followed my roots.
thats the meaning of the post after all.
finding out what i knew all along. words are such fickle things, had me convinced my thoughts needed them. i followed my roots, finding out what i knew all along. i found the dirt. the dry dusty soil under my feet, barren and moldy like an old book i'd forgotten i had meant to read. so i blow off the dust off the cover, and read the last sentence first.
the moral of the story...
never judge a book by its ending