i wake up and all around me i see green. green grass. plants. the leaves on a huge tree in the middle of this field im laying in. i look up and you’re looking down at me. smiling. u say u like to watch me sleep even if it’s from high up on a tree branch. far away into where the city separates itself from the laughter and tears of nature there is you. there is me. we spend days in this tree. we. we. we.

"The worst thing about falling to pieces is that humans can do it so quietly.”
— (via bl-ossomed)