i feel like all i do is watch people and notice all the beautiful things about them and try to understand them fully and no one does that for me … sometimes i feel like i’m just a mirror to reflect people back to themselves. a vessel for love and that’s it… i make everyone else into poetry and no one else sees me the way i see them it’s so depressing
who has cool rocks i would like to see your cool rocks
you once said your favorite colour was green. maybe it was for me to hear, maybe it was just for the wind and clouds. but from the moment, i see you in every strand of grass and in every flower and in every small leaf (i’m trying to pretend i don’t think about you every minute of my life)