Dear Tree.

I lied to you. I said i was going to bed. 6 months feels like an eternity in a roller-coaster going at maximum speed. the anticipation while going up the trails and the sudden plunges tying your stomachs into knots are events of such time. shall i remind you this being the closest i have ever gotten to a love letter, and me being an egomaniac that you know i am, i shall tell you this with as little explanation i can give.

be it the dizzying nauseous effect or the thrill of adrenaline pumping,
i will tie my stomach in knots again and again, without a doubt,
without a regret in mind.