i want this to work, i really do, right around the edges, i want it to bleed, bleed softly, like little petal drops that’ll float up to the surface of things and make it all right, clear these left turns all up.
would it be that bad to wish inside out, have her be me and me she and baby as some three headed hydra wolf of all things and spit and smiles. she climbs slides twice her height and says tada, look at me, look at me, better than any tree.
it’s just a matter of roots isn’t it? of growing, digging into soils, digging into place, staying in place, learning to stay in one place long enough that you can grow into some bark they’ll learn to write on and you in turn will learn to live off the sun.