i love the library. it is in the midddle of a tree party. the color brown doesn't exist because it is covered by velveteen rabbit moss. all of the leaves are yellow like a soft bruise. it doesn't end as far as can be seen there are tangles of tiny stalks of trees and braided branches. there is a huge dead stump that has come back to life just to celebrate. it smells like waking up for a brief moment and seeing the sky in a naked color it covers by the time everyone else gets up. it looks like somebody painted the walls of the world with a crowded happy forest. and my wooden library, full of new books, nests in the middle of it.

i wonder how many people are walking around thinking "i'm exactly who i want to be." i am.

i am throwing away all my calenders and clocks.

mairzy doats and doazy doats and liddle lamzy divey. akiddlee divy too, wood and you!

i saw a pony with all four feet on a lump of ground, looking down no less, and all the real horses were standing around nodding their heads.

umbrella tree.

tiny squirrel chair behind a wall of trees.

i thought i saw a statue of a bear that looked like a man or a man that looked like a bear.

i also love how i am dressed today.

the grass grows where it wants to and seeds are thrown where they need to be and the wind has been around forever, just like it is now, blowing hair back and dresses up. life is instinctual, and we all know what we're doing even when we scar and tear and give up.