At least I have you in my head.
Keep dreaming, keep doing and don't forget your worth.
Paper and words is all I have left but yet I believe you are still here.
I can imagine you as someone with crazy red hair, someone with beautiful chocolate eyes.
Someone who is plain. Someone who is under appreciated, someone who believes they aren't loved, someone who believes that looks are everything, someone who cries themselves to sleep.
Someone who is scared to wake up every morning, someone who dreams of change, someone who thinks they will never reach their dreams.
I think of you as someone.
You're nameless, faceless because it doesn't matter.
I like to think about what your habits would be, if you bite your nails, if you suck your thumb, if you wish on the stray eyelash that appears on your cheek.
I like to think about your favourite colour, if you like dark blue like the ocean, if you like yellow that everyone seems to hate but you can't find the heart to, if you like red because it reminds you of the time someone gave you a rose.
I like to dream about your talents, if you sing so beautifully you are too shy to perform, if you move your body so graciously, even if you can wiggle your ears.
I'm constantly dreaming of you, dreaming that maybe you will find yourself, that maybe you will slow down on trying to figure things out that you have so much time with. That maybe you will look at yourself and think "wow, I'm really beautiful."
Because guess what, you are.
You light up the stars for someone, you make their worries disappear just by being beside them. They love you, they need you and they don't want to see you destroyed.
Even if it's not for me, do it for them.
Don't destroy beauty, don't destroy yourself.
