the meadow watches me eyes hidden in flower buds while i run through the tall grass chasing after a ghost its blurry form shifting colours like the sunset and sunrise sweat drips down my cheeks maybe i'm crying i can't tell, really i just know that my lungs breathe clean air for the very first time.
What is beautiful About reality Is what is beautiful About math There are Many things That have happened The things that have Produced this moment Are at most times ASTRONOMICAL Meaning so big It renders itself Incomprehensible Yet.. it happened
Even if the Numbers against Stand taller than The daisy itself Ever could It still remains In the meadow For you and I To see
rest easy sweet soul i love you, i miss you you will never ever be forgotten, you are one-of-a-kind your beautiful face when you’re sleeping your beautiful voice, singing in the car with you your humor, and how you made me laugh so hard i cried countless times you are my brother forever the tony to my effy i’m going to miss your aarbear hugs the most your laugh and your perfect impressions/quotations of our favorite lines from our favorite shows i will miss the way you get under my skin so many people loved you buddy.. it’s crazy, because you thought nobody would show up to your funeral, but so many people did maybe, hopefully, you knew deep down how loved you were i'm so so sorry for all of my shittiness but for as hard as we fought, we sure loved just as much and more i know you would have hated some things about your funeral, but i hope you appreciate the ***** breaking bad and ooof maddon stickers, and tony soprano gold chain and medallion we put on you in your casket. it looked amazing on you i’ll love meadow and see you in her, and feel close to you when i’m walking her this wasn’t meant to happen.. i still expect to see a message or tweet or update from you when i wake up you are forever in my heart ♥️ rip grains
The weeds live side by side, With the roses in a meadow, Fallen branches of a dead tree, Help its neighbor grow, Nothing ever ends, Death is not an impasse, When you’re gone, We’ll look for you in a blade of grass.