IceGalaxy

We want to hear what you have to say.
B. S. 
You say that, but do you
actually want to hear
the chaos that goes on
inside my mind nowadays? Us 
kids & teens & children &

Driving west to the
open-mouthed sun, waiting to
swallow us whole. The most
beautiful shades of
orange, pink, & blue
swirling around a ball of
literal fire. Clouds
scattering and the sun
running away to make

Six hours and 31 minutes away from where I live is the Virginia Creeper Trail. A couple miles into the trail from the Tenessee side, there is a tree with a house built on it. A treehouse.

Everyone has at least 
one. Even though they may not
realize it, they have a 
secret. 
Secrets are meat to be 
kept secret 
(hence the name), but they
always leak out
sooner or later.
Always.

Perfection
does not
exist.

How can it?

They always
exclaim &
moon over how
perfect something is.

But it isn't
perfect.

It never was
& never will be.

Perfection 
does not

    There is a tree in my backyard.