Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? Really. I know you see it, but you really do try to block it out very adamantly.
You write such eloquent love letters with powerful declarations of every emotion human can embody within themselves and yet you refuse to accept your greatness. Your own fulfillment and bounty of empathy. You, little creature - perceptive and fast-blooded - are a masterwork of your own creation. Circumstances may have brought you here but you are the one who has continued forth and followed your path.
Is it inappropriate to write such notes to strangers? Even if I feel we are so comparatively close together? I truly do apologize if this is odd or lacking. My goal is to uplift you but I am clumsy; my hands are fallible and the limbs they attach to are not powerful like the ones you seek. There is no great strength held within these bones, but I promise I do try. If nothing else, I will try for you.
Know this Moonlight; your ferocious whimsy is a beam of great love and understanding. Though it is a reflection of things you gather and seek, know that you have transformed it into your own. It's simply a habit of all creatures. You contain no greater evil than a clover might. Do you pity yourself or do you pity those who imbue these seeds of corruption? Why split yourself open and cease to travel onward when you could just as easily pursue shimmering your ideals? Yes, perhaps the world is warped; yes, perhaps the light you emit is bent strangely by false callings. Can you not reflect and adjust? Can you not blink and clear your eyes of violent visions?
Carry on as you must. The dirt will be here for you always, the world omnibus as you encounter and learn. Bleed and breathe. Blood, breath, dirt, and a glowing sensation that lingers on all things you touch.
You are the moon. Ages old, seeing whatever you might. As young and as old as those who may witness it. Innocent and guilty, spattered with sincerity and fickleness. Yearning though isolated. A body of space along with all other things.
You simply cannot let us go, can you? I appreciate your presence. Thank you.
You write such eloquent love letters with powerful declarations of every emotion human can embody within themselves and yet you refuse to accept your greatness. Your own fulfillment and bounty of empathy. You, little creature - perceptive and fast-blooded - are a masterwork of your own creation. Circumstances may have brought you here but you are the one who has continued forth and followed your path.
Is it inappropriate to write such notes to strangers? Even if I feel we are so comparatively close together? I truly do apologize if this is odd or lacking. My goal is to uplift you but I am clumsy; my hands are fallible and the limbs they attach to are not powerful like the ones you seek. There is no great strength held within these bones, but I promise I do try. If nothing else, I will try for you.
Know this Moonlight; your ferocious whimsy is a beam of great love and understanding. Though it is a reflection of things you gather and seek, know that you have transformed it into your own. It's simply a habit of all creatures. You contain no greater evil than a clover might. Do you pity yourself or do you pity those who imbue these seeds of corruption? Why split yourself open and cease to travel onward when you could just as easily pursue shimmering your ideals? Yes, perhaps the world is warped; yes, perhaps the light you emit is bent strangely by false callings. Can you not reflect and adjust? Can you not blink and clear your eyes of violent visions?
Carry on as you must. The dirt will be here for you always, the world omnibus as you encounter and learn. Bleed and breathe. Blood, breath, dirt, and a glowing sensation that lingers on all things you touch.
You are the moon. Ages old, seeing whatever you might. As young and as old as those who may witness it. Innocent and guilty, spattered with sincerity and fickleness. Yearning though isolated. A body of space along with all other things.
You simply cannot let us go, can you? I appreciate your presence. Thank you.