my mind is full of willowwacks
where fairies play
and flowers grow
it’s where i go
when all is not as it seems
to find comfort in
the darkened woods
the sturdy trees
and the cracks of sun
pushing through the leaves
1.20.17
my mind is full of willowwacks
where fairies play
and flowers grow
it’s where i go
when all is not as it seems
to find comfort in
the darkened woods
the sturdy trees
and the cracks of sun
pushing through the leaves
1.20.17
