your soul has planted tall trees that grow
Up to the sky,
Branches as strong as the hope for a future between you and I;
These trees I have grown to despise
Because they are just as bright a green as the rim around your eyes
poop
v slow & just a little selective; always accepting plots, pls ask for aim.
Anonymous said:
I see you
“Where am I?” He moves back a pace, sweeps a hand across his face, “Where am I now? Can you still see me?”
