something occurred to me tonight.
the world, is such a big place. six-point-four billion, at the least. it's hard to believe, that the life each of us leads has a place, has a purpose. you know, sometimes people like to be alone, so they're turn to what essentially is, nature. maybe visiting a beach, or just lying under the stars, or even maybe walking somewhere far away from everything. nature is what we rely on to keep our mind balanced; but i'm not sure whether you could be classed as nature.
but you are beautiful. you too are ancient, and implacable. your hair blows in the wind and your blood flows just as strong as that of a river. your eyelids have their own secrets and your hands tell a story with every touch. and knowing you, knowing everything you've come to allow me to know about you, well, i feel so small. i feel small, like a speck of dust in a cloud. like i said, the world is such a big place. but if your story alone is a cloud, then the whole world must have turned cold,