How you treat me
has nothing to do with me
& everything to do with you.

She said, "I wish I were the clouds, for it's tears are prettier than mine."
He said, "I wish i were the mountains, so i could reach unto the sky."

She said, "I wish I were the sun, so people would miss me when I'm gone."
He said, "I wish I were the forest, so I would be where I'd belong."

She said, "I wish that I were of something that nature withholds,
it's peaceful out there,"

Which is only what she was told.
It all seems infinite,
but we don't know the story behind it.

The clouds, they wander lost,
the mountains want to be stronger,
the sun has no companion,
and the forests wish for forever.

i adore cold weather.
But not for the fires,
Or the warmth of another person.
I find something beautiful about it,
And maybe even a bit lonely.
It reminds me of bittersweet loss,
And finding the strength to move on.

we are all digging graves
under some distant hazy
sunset,
somewhere,
anywhere.

the sun never really truly sets.

so what is left to
interject with when
anyone says something
about suffering
having no
end?