inkwells.

<p>she was not birthed; she was forged. she climbed the tower of her shattered remnants and piece by piece she reinvented. society taught her to think in black and white; the universe taught her to dream in color. she doesn't need air; she needs to want to breathe. and this is her placing her soul in your hands. this is her realizing she may be a single tree in this world of wilderness but she is mighty green indeed.</p><p>this is inkwells.</p><p>wipe your feet off at the door.</p>