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I cannot swim but I let you drag me far out to sea - I did not think you would leave me there.

I like it when you sleep. I like the calmness of your face and the way in which you breath, I like how you are settled and don't tug on your sleeves. I like the slowness of your heart - how it beats, steady, in your chest and how when you are sleeping, I also get to rest. I'll sit beside you in the darkness and I'll watch you with great care, I'll count all of your freckles and from your face, I'll brush your hair. I'll watch you and I'll worry, about problems that aren't mine, but the why in which you sigh will suspend them all in time.

Format by destabilise.

Do you not see? How, how the sky looks down on you with simplistic adoration, how it tries, so hard, to give you a horizon as glorious as you? Do you not see, how flowers sigh and grow, in hopes that you may pick them? Please, oh, please tell me you notice the way the grass grows, how it brings forth the greenest blades just for you, or how the sky whispers in clouds about your beauty...Tell me, do you see?

Look at my hands. Look how long they hav been grasping for something so far out of reach. Look how long they have been waiting to hold you.

I pray for you to stay. But I don't really believe in deities, so I supposed they don't believe in me either.

If you were to cut me, I would bleed every single one of my dreams, my hopes, and my desires. They will flow across my flesh in tides of red, but if you look closely they are full of so much more. My blood is thrumming with excitement, the possibly of meeting new lands and seeing new people. The oceans will match my heartbeat, and the sun will set as I close my eyes for sleep.

Happiness is like a mountain. You climb for days and days, drenched in sweat and with aching muscles, to finally reach the peak. It is glorious, gorgeous and memorising and you can see the entirety of the world below, beautiful and yours for the taking. But suddenly, you stumble. Unfortunately, upon a high mountain peak, a stumble is more of a fall, and thus suddenly you are falling. You are crashing and burning towards the ground, which whilst beautiful atop your mountain, is in fact cold and harsh and shattering. Suddenly, you are laying on the ground, the sky taunting you from above, and the mountain begging you to climb it. But this time both your legs are broken; you will have to crawl this time, and it will take you so much longer. Sometimes you may wish to give up, to simply lay on the ground looking at the sky and the clouds that blind you, but you must remember; the view from atop your mountain is always better than the ground and even if it takes days, or weeks, or years - you deserve to reach the peak.

The way you say my name is amazing. You speak it like it's important, like I'm god or something. You say it like I'm a salvation, like my name can cure world disasters and I think it's funny that you speak to me as if I am the world whilst you are most certainly the entirety of the universe.