idk idk idk idk.

i think we were a family once.

You have beautiful fingers
 You whisper to me
 In my deepest moments.

When you smile down at your tears at the river you’ve drowned us in your sunny light catches crystals and glitters.

and they close the hatch over your blissful eyes again.

You run from us with your metaphorical legs all around the yard like you belong here as a child.

but you will birth something of equal potential; and that, right there, is beauty.

Good Night, goodnight. Good Bye, goodbye.