I smoke **** just like you. Money gives me greed just like you. ******* makes me wonder just like you. My parents kicked me out when i was 17 just like you. I died inside when i turned 13 just like you. I saw life for what it was a 7 just like you. I want to die everyday just like you. I think about killing myself just ljke you. I don't like money just like you. I love the moon just like you. I love the idea of love just like you. Most important im not alone, just like you.
For everyone younger than my 23 years that's ready to go i feel your pain.
I saw you in winter, and thought of tree branches feathered by starlight in poorly lit neighborhoods. A hearth where the more honest parts of myself, I am bared fetal, warmed upon, welcomed.
I saw you in spring, and thought of long drives in the countryside in the rain. Ice cream melting from our chins dancing petrichor upon our toes, kissing by the sea shore.
I saw you in summer, and thought of sleepy boathouses, uncovering ancient childhood treasures in the woods. A secret lake somewhere, the sky's reflection in promise. Windy hilltops upon which to blame each other for the sunrise.
I saw you in autumn, and thought of scarfs and cafes, city streets and sunsets where we watched each others breath escape. Apartment staircases where windchill hibernates, the world slowing down around us from your window.
The first time I saw You, I thought to myself, "I could live there."
I, a colony of 37 trillion cooperating cells Would like you, a colony of 37 trillion cooperating cells To accept, some of my colony of 37 trillion cooperating cells To join some of your colony of 37 trillion cooperating cells to create a completely separate colony of 37 trillion cooperating cells and as our colonies of 37 trillion cooperating cells cooperate less and less, our new colony of 37 trillion cooperating cells shall be looking for a colony of 37 trillion cooperating cells to repeat what countless colonies of 37 trillion cooperating cells have done since we swung in the trees.
Ah romance, the thought of each person being a colony of cells is as humbling as it is fascinating.
The wind carries secrets, crashing waves on rooftop shores, whistling through the bones of trees, carrying whispers of sleepless souls, lost lovers names as whispers in the night, swirling shadows of bending boughs, knocks and rattles, tumbling shakes, angry breaths on the eve of morn, soothing sighs carried in from dark, rustling leaf's do a dance of delight, carried forth to slumbering rest, so listen carefully my friends, to the secrets in the hearts it tends.