I was on acid and I looked at the trees and I realized that they all came to points, and the little branches came to points, and the houses came to point. I thought, ‘Oh! Everything has a point, and if it doesn’t, then there’s a point to it’.
I wish I could text you.
I wish I could spill my secrets to you.
I wish I could cry and cry and cry and have you hold me.
I wish you’d rub my back and soothe me to sleep.
I wish you’d tell me stories.
I wish you’d text me.
I wish you’d be there for me .
I wish I could be there for you.
I wish I could soothe you to sleep.
I wish I could hold you.
I wish I was with you.
You’re thousands of Miles away.
All I have to say is,
I miss you.
I’m fine with being small in the universe, the universe is big and I am not. But I still know I belong in it, were different, but i don’t believe one has purpose without another. But what I don’t want to feel small with is people. We’re all unique, but not so different. And when there’s something so big as the universe I don’t quite get making each other feel so small.