get lost and look up…
As I walk through the woods the trees bending and swaying in the wind my mind finds a void. A void that longs to remain open but closes shortly after descending. Clarity that only comes from the loud silence of the trees. The crunching of the leaves the cracking of the wood the footsteps as they move closer to rightness. I get lost and somehow get found all at the same time.
home
walls and doors creaky floors dusty pictures looking back empty but full holding it together but falling apart wander…. I should wander
fine china
fine china bought with hopes hopes of dinner parties and memories packaged up tight held together, bound in plastic don’t let the dust in, don’t let a scratch show any wear hidden away, told to forget told it’s not for everyday told it’s not for today eventually not for anyday sitting on a shelf along…
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a girl in the trees 