i want to tell you how you make me feel, but all around me, everything is doing it better than i ever could.
the sky is writing my love for you in sunrises; the trees are bursting with feeling, sending forth thousands of little tiny shoots that (given water, sunshine and attention) will grow into intricate perfection, reaching for the light. grey clouds spend two days pouring their hearts out onto the impatient earth, anxious for that moment when ground and sky inextricably become one, and there is release. there is peace.
time for sleep.
