Darling, when will you see that you have the world inside of you? You are made up of atoms and your breath is the smell after rain. The blood in your veins is the lava that flows from erupted volcanoes. Your smile is the sunrise when the world awakens and the sound of your laughter is the rustling of leaves. Your tears are raindrops that fall so gracefully onto the ground and into the sea and your rage causes earthquakes and tsunamis. You have constellations in your head and galaxies in your eyes and you share your deepest secrets with the moon when the world plunges into darkness. You have flowers in your hair and you talk about your passion with flames that burn so brightly in your eyes. Your soul is the calming, pastel hue of the sky, so beautiful and serene. There is nothing to fear, my dear, for you are the child of the universe.
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC
Darling, when will you see that you have the world inside of you? You are made up of atoms and your breath is the smell after rain. The blood in your veins is the lava that flows from erupted volcanoes. Your smile is the sunrise when the world awakens and the sound of your laughter is the rustling of leaves. Your tears are raindrops that fall so gracefully onto the ground and into the sea and your rage causes earthquakes and tsunamis. You have constellations in your head and galaxies in your eyes and you share your deepest secrets with the moon when the world plunges into darkness. You have flowers in your hair and you talk about your passion with flames that burn so brightly in your eyes. Your soul is the calming, pastel hue of the sky, so beautiful and serene. There is nothing to fear, my dear, for you are the child of the universe.
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