my mum said this is her favourite thing i have ever written wow!

sometimes on days when wind hinted and nudged at the trees - the girl lay outside on stiff grass - and waited for her thoughts to slow and hum - until they were like the trickle of water at the bottom of a cup - lazily she would trace patterns in the sky - and think about the vastness of - everything - and how we all start and end in the same place - so nothing really matters - but then if nothing matters does everything matter? - sometimes the sheer vastness of space overwhelmed her - but other times it was comforting - so many worlds are existing around us - so much live is being lived - surely the earth is brimming with life - and though it was scary - how big everything is - it was okay because - moments are consummate - she loved the sound of rippling air through leaves - and she loved the itchy feeling of the grass tickling her skin - she loved the way time seemed to roll like waves - and she loved those moments when you are lost - within yourself - within your world - she thought - 'insignificant seconds are the most beautiful' - and with a lingering calm - she waited for the moment when she would slip back - into the horrible tedium of life - where the littlest things were filled with anxiety - and feelings faded with each hour - and she wondered why it was so impossible - to just simply be - without such tedium over who you are being - - - -