I want two cats, named Lulu and Evelyn.

Grinding your teeth in the middle of the night

With the sadness of those molars

Spend all your spare time trying to escape

With crosswords and sudoku

I havent climbed too many metaphorical trees lately. I remember being younger, and I made a written pact with my childhood soulmate (friend) that we wanted to live in trees. We mapped their scaly, sinuous arms with our relatively-infintesimal and breakable fingers, our unblemished palms so sensitive and prying, our faces scared to theirs, scarred. Cold and trembling, we decided to come back next year, when things were alive again. Though they didnt have goosebumps, the trees stood and clung in their breathes from the frost-bitten air. But we didnt hold our breath through the winter, and never visited again. And we were told those berries were poisonous by parents so i didnt eat them-- but just a couple weeks ago I found out they tasted like apples.

If I could do it again

I'd make more mistakes

I'd not be so scared of falling

If I could do it again,

I'd climb more trees

I'd pick and I'd eat more wildblackberries

I miss you