“I've been seeing bad fom the eyes I loved the most. I no longer care about this anymore. Truth hurts and is uncomfortable.
Way worse than this. I don’t even know if I am meant to love anymore.
Maybe I am just a tool. A worker. One more leaf in the big tree. Born and dying infinite times. But always being a leaf.
Maybe not. Maybe one day a bird is crazy enough to take me on a trip and uses me as part of his nest, so I can help bringing and protecting life in a different form.
Maybe I get burned by the sun rays and the rain dissolves me until I dissapear or my particles turn into dust.
Maybe I get a worm friend, or a girl puts me into her book and I get to live forever and never die.
Maybe I get to be part of her life and I get passed through her future generations.
Then maybe being a leaf was not too bad after all”
