Alexandra Green

“Devotion with conditions, is not devotion at all.”

I don't think I agree with this.

Blackberries have grown up around my heart, blocked off the streams I used to race pinecones down, and I no longer know how far we are to the edge. I hear a small creature in the thicket, possibly a rabbit thinking I to devour it. But it is beyond safe in the brambles, it is I who am too afraid to know this territory any deeper, and I am no longer

*gestures widly to everything* I think im just trying