wood and wonder,

I am fragile like chopped wood. I am curious like a hoodwinked gypsy. I am love like a sip at the saloon. I am powder like a heart reduced to dust. I am concrete like the home you were born into.  I am all things spilling, benumbing, blooming, and withering.  Sometimes, it's hard to live in an opposite world.  One day, there's cherry crested trees, and our Mother mountain's prayer.  Next thing you know, the sky turns while I sleep, creeks grow crippled, and Merry-making disappears.  
I am a pyramid of emotions. There are endless days of weeping warm tears, and days where the water runs cold.  When I find symmetry in my head, like the  symmetry of leaves, and their bark,  I will be free.

"I was raised by the song of the murmuring grove"

Dreams of mares in meadows, and bowls of rice milk for supper.
I want to wallow into a red barn, and hold hay fed horses. Lately, I've been thought planning my kingdom. A place where I feel like the queen, but I dare not act like one.  A home where I can feed animals, and be the bride of the orchard. The orchard that bears large, sweet, purple berries.  A place where honey drips from cloud shapes. Where family is drunken from shrubbery, and puddles.  Where playwrights, poets, scientists, scholars, and drifters do a bunch of hand holding.

What does your kingdom look like?

I pass the days with

smiling sandwiches.
my best friend.
berries and oats.
one young furry button named Ari.
branches of the city.
wandering, and wood.

dream, dream, dream. . . .
I wish I could post more often, but!! school, sleep, snacking, and reading take days away from me.Hopefully soon, I'll return to your eyes.

Love and rest x

what i wore

Floral Shorts- Value Village $5
Faux fur vest- blue notes $15
fur boots- atseoul.com -sponsor

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