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.

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.