I thoroughly believe you were born from Earth. How else does one explain the way grass bows before your feet, Or the way your fingers command flowers to bloom. How with a smile the tide comes rushing in, And with a laugh, a tsunami kisses your ankles.
I have heard orchestras of birds dedicate songs to you. And ever since the day you opened your eyes, The sky has fought to be more blue.
Before you go to bed, Your mother wraps you in a sunset and sends a choir of frogs and crickets to sing you a lullaby.
Days all melt together... all the same. I am so sad and I don't know why. It's random... †One moment I feel happy and then a switch goes off and all I want to do was crawl into bed. One minute I feel fine, then the next it's like I'm dying. Not even things that once made me happy work anymore. I feel awful, and of course I just tell people, but it's awkward for them, so they don't check up on me. Everyday gets worse. Why is everyone so quick to assume you're better?! I AM NOT BETTER. †But no one cares. I am not good enough for anything I love... †no one sees any potential... so I must have...