Indecisive

It takes the form of a twisted tree that seems to reach for something in all directions.

It sits there in silence, only the wind passing through its many branches that produces sounds of no origin.

It smells like old books on stale lake water that’s left forgotten.

It’s rough bark consists of different textures and a variety of temperatures that don't fit with each other.

Taste bitter in your mouth the longer you let it sits.

Can be found everywhere you want it to be -either in darkness or in light.

A home that constantly changes and can be placed irregularly.

A twisted tree that has no origin