It doesn’t come easy.
Once before, once more.
This cold closet floor
grows no garden to wander.
The rain on my hair
won’t bring me to sea.
The posture of the air
won’t bring me you.
Between blinking,
Between thinking,
I’ll swim to the horizon.
About the artist:
Natalie is 65% Swedish, 45% German, 35% English, 1% Cherokee, 400% Goofball, 400% Rebel.
Most days she is too tall to wear pants.
She is best known for her solid math skills, bad handwriting, and reliable sarcasm.
