why aren't you talking to me?! i could scream i just miss you
i do want you in my life! i love you i just can't hold all this up on my own. if you don't want to help me carry this, then just tell me! maybe then I won't be talking to the wall. see you later then maybe why do i even care? you guys left me homeless you guys left me without my people do i have to remake every friend i've made? but i still love you, that's why i'm still trying right now! stop pretending you still like me if you don't! all you're doing is rubbing salt in the wound no, more like bleeding heart flowers.
The tiny little caterpillar sits in the shadows, leaves and branches becoming its haven, and listens. And it hears everything: the cricket's song, the woodpecker's sharp tap, the friends who disagree. One wants something, and the other would give anything not to have it. And it hears more: the squirrel washing, the mouse chewing, the lovers murmuring little things to each other, opening up to share a world. They want each other's hearts, and they know it. And it hears more: the cat pouncing, the owl waking, the enemies drawing their swords as the moon rises. They each want something, and the other has the promise of it. In the end, it all comes down to Want, doesn't it? Evil men rise to power because they want it. Homes rise and fall because it is wanted by someone, something in the universe. Zooming in again,