And when the time comes my tears won't be falling like rain for it will be warm tea and fresh honey streaming down my cheeks.
I hope one day I will bathe in sunflowers and new love - I'm tired of the dead leaves that burden my body, they soak in like fresh coconut on my skin.
I sit underwater where time stops for a second, and I am at peace. I hope one day I can run into rushing waterfalls without begging for that moment of altered reality. I hope one day I bathe in roses instead of my sorrows.

I spend my days wasting the world away, replaying our favorite song. Our favorite song says something like falling in love is a crime, but I didn’t get it until I’d committed treason of my own heart and my feelings. When the sun isn’t shining, and the rain softly patters I hum the beat and tap my feet to the 1. 2. 3. Stomp of the rain. When the wind is blowing, I whistle the chorus with the birds who nest high up in the trees away from it all. But then I wondered how else do I go about spending my time when the scream of the tea kettle reminds me of us. How do I go about humming a different tune when the birds don’t want anything but we. The birds and I want you and me.