I tend to live my life in a cloud, always foggy, never taking the time to look around.
I gave up on the world before I even saw it.
I gave up on myself before I had the chance to live.
It's so easy to get lost in my head and forget to breathe sometimes, but you call me out on it, every time, no matter what. It doesn't even matter if you're struggling internally as well, you always make sure to look at me. To notice when I'm not talking as much, or when my text seems oddly worded.
I knew how intuitive you were from the very beginning, I would watch you watch the world. And the sparkle in your eye forced me to look around as well.
You are the push I've needed for so long, you keep me focused and remind me that it's just another day.
No matter how horrible things may seem
the birds will still chirp,
flowers will bloom,
life will go on.
And I can either continue to crawl through it, or I can live. I can choose to smile, every single morning no matter how much it hurts. Because there is beauty everywhere, everyone and everything has a story.
I hope I never lose the sight you've given me. I think that's why I don't like the idea of you buying me materialistic things. The gift you've given me can never be repaid or properly recognized.
You gave me everything I have, my mind set, my smile, the air that brushes past my lips.
You showed me everything that I was too afraid to see before,
you gave me the world I live in today,
and I swear I will never forget that.
