little tree
[e. e. cummings]

little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower
who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly
i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don't be afraid
look the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,
put up your little arms
and i'll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won't be a single place dark or unhappy
then when you're quite dressed
you'll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they'll stare!
oh but you'll be very proud
and my little sister and i will take hands
and looking up at our beautiful tree
we'll dance and sing
"Noel Noel"

i'm over my head in good intentions.

there are words beneath my flesh and bones, pushing up through my skin like braille.

ive been quiet lately. i think because all my energy is spent in trying to get my head (and heart) to calm down. it should be snowing. id like to be snowed in...watching old movies, writing letters, coloring, and reading. writing? i dont know how much ive got to say. sometimes id rather just be written on. take me and write all over me, and then i'll read the words back to you. i'll be your echo. and maybe if youre silent for awhile i'll read all that's been written in between the lines, things i am discovering for the first time.