The seed was planted with out me even realising.
And I watered it, with the rest of my garden.
But now it's starving the others.
Stealing their light.

I spent three whole days, thinking I was dying.
And now I don't know how to feel.

But in our darkest moments, we learn the most about ourselves.
And the people around us.
And I think that's nice.

I want to run so far away.
I want to see, and love.
And feel strong, not be strong.

Maybe life isn't meant to be about order.
Maybe, it's about feeling.

I can feel time, slipping, slipping away.