i. it starts with the stars and the moon and the ratty old telescope in the attic. it starts with the wind in my hair on a rooftop at midnight, fingers fumbling to reassemble broken lenses and the dusty tripod. it starts with childlike wonder and unceasing curiosity and uncovered beauties and the silence that comes with it all. it starts with a moon that listens and stars that tell stories and finally, for once in my life, feeling like i’m heard.
ii. it continues with the dancing daisies and the tickling blades of grass and the earth beneath my toes. it continues with the rain on my skin and dewdrops that dance and the mud that stains my rain boots. it continues with the singing wind and the rustling leaves and a warmth in my chest i’ve never felt before, filling every fracture in me until i’m whole. it continues with ineffable happiness and some sort of immaturity and the indescribable feeling of being young once more.
iii. and it goes on and on and on, from the coziness of my blanket on a chilly sunday morning to the twittering songbirds outside my window; the constant rush of air through my lungs and the melodious music pumping in my ears; the ever changing colors of the sky to the fluffy clouds that drift by; that makes me tumble head over heels for the dawns and the dusks that the universe has yet to gift me.
i'm baaaaack :D
school really isn't any good for me or my mental health so i decided to take a little break from social media. wrote this for a school project. please tell me what you think!