up close and personal | that's how it is, here in the tall branches.
the hatch is open, rope ladder unfurled, so climb up. come, sit. the wooden floors provide refuge from the distant muddy soil below. it's a small space, so things might get intimate.
wind ruffles the pages of this open journal. they're here for you to read, be respectful. it's not a dear diary monologue, so please speak up if you like. debate. but be forewarned: up here, in my treehouse, the me ME sits unveiled. i write, ponder, hope, dream, fingernail bite. stinky uggs, shabby dress, tangled bed head. all open heart sparkled eyes and chapped lips from too much smiling, here is where i come to just be. i climb up and allow emotions, reflections, thoughts–biased and partisan–to surface, undisturbed.
don't bother looking, you'll find no recipes here. no quaint moments, no prudence, no restraint. this is E. at her most animal.
take it in, if you will, all in one breath.
the hatch is open, rope ladder unfurled, so climb up. come, sit. the wooden floors provide refuge from the distant muddy soil below. it's a small space, so things might get intimate.
wind ruffles the pages of this open journal. they're here for you to read, be respectful. it's not a dear diary monologue, so please speak up if you like. debate. but be forewarned: up here, in my treehouse, the me ME sits unveiled. i write, ponder, hope, dream, fingernail bite. stinky uggs, shabby dress, tangled bed head. all open heart sparkled eyes and chapped lips from too much smiling, here is where i come to just be. i climb up and allow emotions, reflections, thoughts–biased and partisan–to surface, undisturbed.
don't bother looking, you'll find no recipes here. no quaint moments, no prudence, no restraint. this is E. at her most animal.
take it in, if you will, all in one breath.
