All that you don't realize.

I don't get you. Your strange actions. Your thoughts. I just don't. Can't. Won't.

I want to give you everything. I want to make you happy. I want to make all your problems vanish like seeds on the wind. Gone, but with a beautiful ending. I want to know you. I want to fix everything. Give you the perfect life. But you wouldn't be happy. You just wouldn't.

You. I want to give you advice. The perfect life. Banish your bad reputations. I want to solve all your problems as naturally as the moon waxing and waning. I don't know you. I can't read you. You're a mystery to me.

I don't know what to say to you, laconic-boy. magic-dreamer boy. What do you say to anything you say? It's so clever. perfectly timed. well executed.

Wake up and give a shit.

I want to give you everything I can. bags of laughter. satchels of wonder. barrels of happiness. I want to give you everything you need to succeed. give you everything and then I'll float away like puffs of cotton from a cotton tree. but maybe you already have everything...

float away

like puffs of cotton.

like bits of a wish.

I don't know what to say to you, crazy-boy. preconceived-notion-boy. Everything you do makes me grin. Sometimes it's just out of pure happiness. or out of spite. or maybe out of empathy.

I guess freedom smells like that to some people.

I want people to see you for who you are. not who you seem. but if you don't let anyone see who you are, that will never change. So gone are my chances. not gone. just diminished. so I'll give you what I can and then float away like puffs of cotton from a cotton tree.

float away

like puffs of cotton.

like bits of a wish.

I try so hard but I'm struggling it's visible and I know but I'm trying and I'm going to keep trying no matter what.

But who I am to try?