the only thing that matters are the trees and the air and the love you pass on in everything you do. you are not even here. life should be treated like a dream. enjoy your dream, stop thinking about things that dont matter, everything is okay.
Sometimes, you meet a person that ignites something within you. What was once just a casual conversation, is now a poem of tongues dipped in sweet honey. Your daydreams take the theme of the rise and fall of their lungs, as you lay upon their heart in a quiet room. It may all turn to ash and smoke, but right now it burns so damn lovely.