Platonic volcanic love

You and I are butterflies; you love her; the trees, the mountains, the air, the grass, the leaves, the flowers
I love him; the trees, the mountains, the air, the grass, the leaves, the flowers
Sometimes we cross paths
And love each other

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Hey, it’s okay… no one really gives

You may think your problems are so big and life consuming, but it’s really not. It’s actually… well… sort of laughable.

I mean, the bees don’t care; they’re out there buzzing around with their little wings. The wimpy little cloud glides by casually like a cool snail across the clear blue skies. The cicada is hurriedly exploring from tree to tree. The little bugs are yawning and taking a nap under the leaves. The plant is lazily playing with a dangling leaf on one branch.

See? No one gives a damn. All they do is just accept you as you are. Just as you lay here, looking curiously with your smiling child-like eyes.

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2017/09/20