Something to rely on

Still. I had a tall tree inside, thriving with green leaves and solid bark. And one day, etched was a half-ass heart that never really counted as anything because of fear. My solid tree was cut down because of sadness and only a stump remained. That was gnawed, clawed at and destroyed by nature because of desperation. And I felt pretty shitty about it because it was something I liked. Until now when a little tree is starting to be tall again because of him. Still. He is still my pick me up.

What a beautiful face

I have found in this place

That is circling all round the sun

What a beautiful dream

That could flash on the screen

In a blink of an eye and be gone from me

Soft and sweet

Let me hold it close and keep it here with me