Life.

Life. It's interesting. The ups, the downs. The insignificant moments that change your world forever. And the scenes that replay in your nightmares that turn out to be nothing more than a slight breeze-- the leaves wave, then return to where they once were. But even still you cannot deny the fact that those leaves are never quite the same. 

You said you'd love them forever, but where are they now? The rain it comes, it pours, then the dirt dries. Rainbows beautify the mess that once was.

Life. What really is it? How do you define this breath ebbing and flowing through my lungs? This blood that circulates through my veins, these thoughts-- are they really even mine?

I've been in a funk lately. I'm still trying to figure out what happened to my smile. Can I ever get it back? Or have we said our last goodbye?

Don't look at me with that pity in your eye. I know that I'm a mess, but I swear the rainbow is right over the horizon. Just give me time. 

Life. Why am I here? I dedicated years to a God who sent his own people to persecute my every move. I swear I did the best that I could. Your book is too vague and these interpretations are fucking with my mind. But I'm fine. Wipe that pity from your eye. 

I've loved with every fiber of my being, but I could never articulate my heart in the way that they wanted. All I wanted was to sit and watch your smile. I loved the way that your eyes shifted between mine. I didn't need anything more than your silence-- you were always enough. 

I'm not sure how to relate with these beings-- humans, they aren't me. 

Life.