i have a consistent inconsistency
in my pattern of living.
when you climb a tree
you generally face the trunk
and look for anything you can grab onto.
you look for any nook and cranny to sink your foot
and slowly begin your ascension.
if you were to climb a tree
similar to the fashion in which i've lived my life,
you would climb with your back to the trunk,
with a ripped shirt,
and a song in your head.
a chaotic, unusual, and equally frightening way to climb.
hoping not to fall.