There is no what else for me

the dancing brooks and the crying dew will be there with me until the day at the end of eternity

and so will my soul

those things will always be there

what else is there

what else?

love for the heavens

write for the moon and live for the sun

and cry for the stars

to watch the eternal cycle of the suns with

Hi puppet -talia

to be my stars, sun, moon, and heavens

I want someone to hold while they cry, someone to read my writing, someone to be my writing

I want to cry dew

I want the wings over my eyes to take me somewhere from my dreams

*love

I loce writing

People who aren't good at either are good at feeling

Most people are either good at writing or speaking, few are both

its why im not good at talking

i love spewing out writing

yet together

a thousand suns rising and setting to measure my time alone

its like a way of journaling how i feel tbh

It's not that different from other poetry

I need to write something now

Poetry material

someone to sing with me, write with me, listen with me, cry to me, but I alos want to sit by myself for eternity watching a never ending cycle of sunset and sunrise

*sunset

i want to be solitary and happy, connected with everything but i want to be intertwined with a soul, have a lover who i hold as they cry onto me at sunet

Like

see ya

bye blue

latin, too

it's an option at school

I've been learning Greek

hi coral

D you guys get what i mean?

i want to sit under an olive tree, eating fruit, writing an ode to the nymphs and place it in a bottle to send floating in the sea foam with the shells

that i have to live in modern day