i heard about a girl who disappears, sometimes for hours and days and weeks nobody will know about her for a while i heard about a girl who wanted to shine so bright she became a shooting star and i bet you’ve never seen a comet shining unceasingly they always vanish after lighting up the sky
i saw a girl in colors so bright i could only glimpse before burning up and i saw her closet full of black grim gloomy dark dark dark the past and i saw in her mind it was night yet she dressed like a day “i want to be the morning” she explained not believing me to understand resigned as if millions of people didn’t marvel at the sunrise already
(new beginnings)
i know a girl who sits on a bench in the playground i see from my balcony she sits and sits and sits in the sun soaking up the light in the cold in the fog radiating it draws and writes and watches waiting but nothing ever happens i asked her, once “nothing matters” she said “so why bother trying to find the meaning?” i know a girl sad and happy at the same time afraid i won’t understand and i don’t but i see the quiet admire the wild and i would stay up all night lay under the stars with her in the quiet to watch the sunrise from the swings we’d be swaying on to let her live in the wild until the quiet comes again
because i see
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So beautiful!😊












