Hug a tree. They are why we live - what they produce is what we breathe.
Just 'cause we are holding together on the outside doesn't mean we're not broken within.
I can peer at shades of purple and green, know what they mean, and allow them to be equally seen.
Where the world fades to gray, so far away, is where I want to spend my days.
Sunrise after sunset, I'm going for these days even if they're something I'll regret.
We grow and we fade.
The thrill of life is as robust as the smell of flowers on a spring day.
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