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.

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