"I feel so trapped. I look outside and wonder what it's like.
the trees are like dancing. the wind breaks its stillness. and I never thought something so broken could be so beautiful. I wanna be that tree.
to be beautiful and broken and free. and I hear so much about the outside. how it's a bad place. how its dark and cold and something I wouldn't understand. but this is the bad place. its dark and cold and I don't understand.
it just looks so peaceful out there. the leaves on the stems, the stems on the branch, following down to the roots where no one can even see,
creates this lovely, tall being. that's been here for years! can you believe it? and I can't tell if the sky became the clouds or the clouds became the sky but...they became one.
creating this beautiful blooming grey with just enough sunlight to compliment the tree. and i wonder what else is there.
I remember being so afraid of the trees with many branches
but it's a home for the leaves that are now on the ground.
dying and falling away.
and its true homes can only be a home for so long"
- long lost conversations
