The lilacs brush up against the brick houses.
Sun cascades over the roofs and sidewalks,
showing its welcoming invigorating warmth.
The wind hushes the chaos as the birds are all nestled amidst the trees.
Nothing like the smell of pine and damp soil in the air.
Nature,
speak to me like I'm a child in your womb.
The branches tick and tack against the windows.
Leaves skip and sail across into the muddy puddles.
Oh, how I love the way the sky brushes fresh colors of periwinkle and apricot.
I sit outside my porch and gaze upon what life has given us,
nature.

I’m too attached to you. I have to stop and think about my life and everything else around me. I get so wound up in you that I tend to lose track of time or what day it is. That is not healthy. I feel stupid for crying, stupid for begging, stupid for acting this way over a guy. It is never that serious, but I am just too attached.