Sometimes when you run outside to cry and get away from the world you look up at the trees swaying back and forth . How the little peels of light penetrate through the mess to give the world something beautiful for a few seconds .sometimes when the tears make your eyes Into diamonds and all you see is the light spreading as fare as you can when those tears of hurt turn into something beautiful but you never notice .
sometimes when you look up you'll make amazing shapes out of what you see in the green mess sorting out where should it go. Trying to make sense of this world . So you finally do and it's not what it's all cracked up to be there is more adventure or mystery of the light shining through the gaps in the leaves only a grave of something that once interested you .
So you will try and get back to the beginning of you started but you never truly will cause you know to much already .
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Peotry
PoetryJust some stuff I've written Some emo Some really deep Some that might move you I hope
