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Dan was always Down. (The metronome tree)

The water was on fire. My need for honesty after midnight grows with each tick of your watch. I want you to know that each time you go hunting you make the willow tree weep. It weeps in the silence once the ringing disappears. I will put flowers in the barrel of your gun and hope that one day you will choose to watch the flowers die instead of something that breathes the same air we do.
 
I wish the spider would tell the fly that it is beautiful, But this is not the way the world works. The world runs on mistakes and death. But death cannot happen without life. Please breathe while you still can. And when you exhale, tell all the things you love that you are here. Let people know which hearts you reside in, and which ones you haunt. If you are to ever haunt my heart, please don’t make your voice echo upon the walls. They are made of glass only held together by Elmer’s glue.
 
Please know that I love you. I love how you never try to change me even though all I want to do is change. I love how your thoughts are secrets and sometimes you say them and other times you hand me silence wrapped in ribbon. When you speak, I listen. I may not hear, but I will listen. I promise to try and never try to change your thoughts or feelings for your mind is a beautiful place to visit. Thank you for letting me inside. I noticed how the welcome mat is rolled up and the exit sign glows bright. Please unroll it. I need a place to wipe my shoes.
 
Trees don’t grow in the shadow of others, but a forest is not a forest if a tree has no one to lean on in a storm. If you look hard enough you can find the softest flowers surrounding the trees who bear the toughest bark. Take  notice how birds pay rent to the trees in songs, and vines thank the trees for support even though their lives are a tangled mess. Thank you for holding my hand while the forest changes colors. I hope you hold it when the birds whisper goodbye. I hope you continue to hold my hand in spring and watch as I take benadryl with my coffee. Please don’t let go when I lay under the willow tree to avoid the heat. If you let go, the willow would not weep alone.
 
I will tell you a secret. When you point up at the stars all I look at is your hand. You have done such sad things with your hands in the past and so have I. Your hands may be strong but know that when you place them in mine, they become powerful beyond measure.
Written by SydneyMartin
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