
ME & THE TREE - Old, Beautiful, Broken Creatures
People like to call me broken. Although it’s not a word that I prefer to identify with, I suppose it could be argued that way. On the days when dragging my body around in a vertical position feels like hucking a truck...when all my hinges feel rusted and every step stabs a knife into *insert currently aggravated bodily location here*...do I feel like the broken doll who's been thrown on the trash heap? Yup. But do I think of myself as broken? Ehhh...I don't like to, and yet f