Kirsten, 25, melbourne.Interior Designer/artist of sorts. Mind wanderer, big dreamer, observer.
"Wise Tree, I gaze at you,
stripped bare of your leaves, are you sad too?
And yet I’m filled with questions,
How is it you shed your leaves so carelessly,
Each and every year
And accept new ones to grow on you?
Do you ever have a favourite leaf?
Do you like the way a certain one is coloured or shaped?
Do you cry to yourself when you notice your favourite leaf changing…
The way it lacks it’s lustre and becomes lifeless, hanging on by a thread from you?
Do you reminisce of when it first appeared to you lush with life and colour?
Do you accept that it’s unsavable and it’s natures order of things,
Because you’re certain that there’s a new leaf around the corner, does it make it any easier to shed it?
When it drops to the floor do you reach your branches out to catch it?
Do your roots sink deeper into the soil when you hear the crunch of someone walking over it?
Perhaps you can teach me someday what it is like to love something and be able to let it go.”
I am what you need when you can’t find it somewhere else
I am what you want when you don’t want anything else
Lion sketch #916649201
Met Dotti on my travels, a 6 month old French bulldog who was an even bigger sweetheart than my own girlfriend.
King Charles, Queen Maggie.
Crouching Tiger, Hidden German Shephard