After Falling My First Tree
Lets open a bottle of wine and talk about God and preschoolers and the smell a tree makes when it falls. I’ll let you know how i truly feel about the Kardashians and my fear of an omni-tolerant but independently divided society. I do not know if i will cry or if i will yell but when i hit my third glass of red wine my eyes begin to shine under a glossy curtain and it is easier to see into my opal soul. I will show you mine if you show me yours.