We feel what we are supposed to feel We do what we are supposed to do Who would you be, if you were supposed to be you?
@lilyinpoetry
If I was me would I be like a tree? Blooming with beauty when the sun shines, falling apart over time and dying when it's dark and cold. Forever growing old. I have the life of a tree every year repeating the same cycle on repeat. But that's the thing it won't always be dark and cold for when the sun comes back around I'll let my petals hit the ground and new adventures from all around.
© zalin hoy