What would it be like to have faith in yourself? Your intuition a resource. Your conviction unflawed. Inner guideposts illuminated. Instructions in legible font.

My words are not always words. Sometimes they are sounds. Hmm. Rrr. Rah! When I find myself feeling feelings so intensely this is how I communicate. Guttural. Staccato. Loud.

To talk about trees is to talk about life. As a child, trees watched over me as I slept, painted on my bedroom walls by my father. The trees had little eyes peeking out and elves nestled inside.

i’m not lonely

i’m a loner 

who sometimes 

likes company

i also like solitude, 

and quiet