She smiles whenever rocks are thrown to her face. She laughes when mountains crumble deep down the surface. Sometimes i look at her and i wonder if she's ever hurting as if she is a professional hide and seek player who hid herself way to hard and can't seem to find herself anymore. Sometimes she builts a wall between me and her and i tend to make holes , just so i can make her laugh again. I try to be her rock in the middle of an ocean and i'd let my own foot slip of the edge as long as she'd be safe. Sometimes I wonder if she realises her chest grows flowers. Maybe thats the reason sometimes its hard for her to breath. She's like a flower growing on mars, a wish of every scientist, a miracle. I tend to believe she is my flower growing inside my galaxy, a spark within the darkness. And i swear if you look at the sun you'll see her reflection. I wonder if she'll ever realize how important she is , how she is a miracle in an enormous universe. I wonder if she'll ever realize the flowers growing beneath her skin.
To my bestfriend