Too green to not breatheToo green to not breathe.
Have you ever felt something and been unable to express the beauty of it. And that inability, that lack, causes such a sharp pain that you cannot express quite how severe the grief. Because what you wish to share is joyous and serene, a passion that is pure and hopeful - when you wish them to understand that when you say 'One day wonderful things will happen to you, I promise...' you do not merely mean it. You know it.
A penny for your thoughts, a penny for your thoughts.
If I could show you the plans drawn up, the arching limit of the imagination, if I could share the secret of the mainspring wound that makes your heart...Walking in the park, dreaming of a spark - hear the sprinklers whisper shimmer in the haze of summer lawns...I owe you, I owe you.
If I could only make you understand that yes, I promise, yes and yes, there have been terrible things but there are no strangers down here. What you have seen as dark shadows wrapping are but cauls covering you f