This woman speaks to my soul and makes me feel like a little fairy. I’m ready to frolic in fields and talk to trees and escape into enchanted forests with talking animals. Oh to be weird and wonderful!
I lay on the cold floor and listen to Emily. Maybe a tear falls from my eyeball to the wood Beneath my head. Maybe it is just sweat because my radiator is in full blast. But maybe it’s a tear cause I’m on the floor listening to joanna newsom
