#that tree may die but you are given the opportunity to foster new life in its wake
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There is a tree in my head. Not visibly, though. I feel it when I wake, in my thoughts it grows. It blossoms when I help, and burn when I am cruel. It hurts, when it burns. When I fall in slumber, I am the tree. I feel timeless, ageless. Powerful, yet helpless of all that happens. It is an old tree, though I am still young, and soon it will be gone. I don't know what will happen. When it's first branch breaks, so does a piece of me. Again, not visibly. It can't blossom anymore. Awake is just as bad as asleep, if not worse. Asleep i can help mend it. Fix it. Awake all I can do is suffer and hope.
Error: That's rough, buddy. Try Watering it.
#user reports#beautiful beautiful ask though#i know how that feels on an intimate level#perhaps it's a part of you that you're trying to hold close to#remember that things change and time moves forward nonetheless.#that tree may die but you are given the opportunity to foster new life in its wake#but prune that which is already dead#water it#and take the time to stay with it while you still have it#there is hope for you and all of us yet my dear
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