"Acute Enough to Notice, Asymmetrical by Design"

by Jennwren

I’ve always seen things from a different angle—sometimes quite literally.
But let’s be honest, calling it a “different angle” implies there’s a common plane, and I’m just... not standing on it.
Most folks seem to be balancing nicely on a well-trodden cultural flatland, while I’m perched on the side of a hill, tilted, windblown, and asking questions no one else thought to ask.

And sure, I know my slant can feel strange to others. Too much curve in a world that loves its straight lines.
So, I’ve learned to soften the pitch.
Not hide, not shrink—just temper.
I let people meet me on the shared ground without dragging them up my hill of odd metaphors and runaway metaphysics.

But don’t worry. I still live up here.
Different angle, same tree.
And roots? Still holding strong.

With love