I'm beginning to think the line you drew is now long been crossed.

Hahah, told yourself you wouldn't go on a tangent.

Yet, here you are feeling lost but at the same time, loved

Why are we as humans so complicated.

I want to show the world what I can do as long as it helps others yet why must it feel like it's so hard to do that sometimes?

At the same time I just want to be, I want to be one with the trees that grow by the old mushroom home.

Where inside that home you'll feel the warmth, the love, and the kindness of others that had been long before you.

When counting back to the trees that over look the sky you'll find the prettiest blue clouds you've ever seen.

On this island in the sky that's all you'll find.

Trees, trees, more trees except the one that accompanies

the only home in this grove.

Now, the sky, it tells you a story. A story full of confusion, sorrow and lackluster.

Though, they're not blue because they're just sad, they're blue because that's how they've lived.

Full of sorrow,

but,

something tells me that's going to change, and soon, change it will

When the sun goes down, they'll still be there, waiting, passing by slowly as ever so that you may see the true colours

the colours of the night sky and the stars,

how they shine so bright.

Just like you.

Always pushing and pushing through life no matter what it throws at you,

you'll not lose this fight.

You'll keep going

You'll keep going like the night, forever in motion.

You'll take this as a devotion.