She lived inside her head,
A snug space, comfortable but lonely.
In time her solitude took up too much room.
She reconsidered being a hermit,
And went outside to change her mind.
Out of her head
My journal of big words and pretty pictures
My journal of big words and pretty pictures
She lived inside her head,
A snug space, comfortable but lonely.
In time her solitude took up too much room.
She reconsidered being a hermit,
And went outside to change her mind.
Thin spiral notebook 