head in the clouds, feet in the forest. drowning in tea and words.
shooting paper cranes, while paper feathers hang in the windows.
a flower growing on the wall.
pen in my hand, camera in the other.
clothed in oversized sweaters and cut offs.
flowers in my hair.
staring at the stars, feet rooted in the ground.
water the plants, not with tears,
because my tears flow from books.
give me a tepee, a lovely little house.
grow me lavender and sunflowers and a field of sunshine.
living off cookie dough and pasta, pickles and laughter.
call me a willow, i won't believe you.
because I'm a little sapling
figuring out how to grow.
i just want to make something beautiful.
i read too much and tend to fall in love with fictional characters.
it's hard to express how i feel. 'my thoughts are stars i cannot fathom into constellations.'
i grow on the wall.
i dance in rain and drink sunshine.
i collect things. moments. beauty. words.
17. brown eyes. part time cat.