your hands are always cold and lavender lingers in the air after you. a smile like moonlight and sleep in your brown eyes. you look like a dreamer. and when you look up at the sky you look lost, but not in a bad way. peace settles into the creases around your eyes and softens your mouth. it is as though the birdsong in the morning is a lullaby to the angry storm raging in your mind. spring seems to rebirth you, glaze the landscape with light. your heart flutters faster as if longing to acquire wings. flowers bloom in your wake. i wish more people saw you as art. as a starchild whose dreams are not yet lost. i wish you were seen, not just as the person you are but also as a reflection of all the beauty and pain in this world. a carrier of love, a free soul. and most importantly, i wish you saw in yourself immense potential and the essence of stars hanging above our heads. self-love. rawness and unfiltered words. i wish you saw yourself in the naked glow of the setting sun. fall in love. let your mask slip. become one with your truest self and the mountains lining the horizon around you.
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