your surroundings appear aesthetic
by virtue of your existence.

the sun, so bright and boastful, feels honoured it could extend it's light and kiss your pale skin. taking pride in making blood rush to your cheeks.

the large tree, jealous of the sun, stretches it's branches, casting a shade over you to block out its provocations. deliberately letting it's leaves fall on the cluster of tangles brushed repeatedly by your fingers, yearning to...