i miss your treehouse.

|   polaroid, ink, watercolour & paper from an old old copy of catcher in the rye (12" x 12")

i miss your treehouse. i was calm there.
the heart i own was still...it was the stillest
i have ever known my heart to be. the
trees moved and so did you and i. you
carried her up there and my heart
perished for you. my father told me i
am a tree. and i have been called a
willow before. perhaps its all
completely true. without you and
the trees i will be alone. when all
i want is for you to build me a
treehouse to come back to.