Human beings are like trees

Some people are seasonal

You need to shed parts of you completely to get down to your soul

As twisted or split that it may be

It’s still haunting and damn beautiful

The more branches you have, the more intriguing

It’s okay to branch out, grow thoughts on thoughts on thoughts

The fuller you will be

The more in awe people will be to look at you

Don’t worry about seasons changing, it’s necessary to lose pieces of you

Sometimes you need to be bare for a while

The natural beauty of every part of you is the most daunting and sublime thing people are you could ever witness




Nothing is ever black and white, sweetie. If you take a closer look, it’s always grey. Always.

But sometimes you have to go either black or white. Yes or no. It’s just necessary to move forward.

And we hear a lot about black and white, but what about colors? Are those not the wonderful details of life?

Is he your blues and reds and is she your pinks and yellows?

Are they your greens and oranges?

And, goodness, what about your purples?

Do they stay inside the lines or are there even any lines?

Is it splatter painted or wildly stroked across the canvas of your soul?

Oh, darling, do you even notice their vibrancy and wonderment?

Do they leave behind their traces with colored hand prints or their signatures in calligraphy?

Tell me that the idea of this excites you as if you’re a small child again who is tugging on your parent’s arm like you’ve just found the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen