What a fox. Rawr.
I chose you, (…)
The graceful weeping willow tree
hangs her head and starts to weep
No one knows exactly why
the willow hangs her head and cries
But when harsh winds begin to blow
her silken tears begin to flow
Across the sleeping pond she sits
The moonlight has her shadows lit
I watch her standing all alone
desperate to find whatever searched
I realized then, she cries for me
Because I am not all that I was meant to be
You are free to go or do or see or think or feel or just be as you please in this life.
Up close, everyone looks less perfect. In that, though, they look human.
I am incredibly erratic, negative, and strange. I tend to act older than I am. I open up to people easily but do not trust them. I’m terrified of being hurt. I’m probably one of the most difficult people you’ll ever meet. But I can be sweet. I’m a great listener. I’ll guard your secrets with my life. I’ll never judge you for your mistakes, and I’ll love you as much as a person can. I can be, if you let me, one of the best things in your life. All you have to do is open up your heart.
The magic of fireflies
If you walked into an empty room and said something cruel, who is there to judge you?