sea change.

oh, life.

you change weather much too often.

i can't decide whether you're storming or shining tonight.

i guess...even when the sun goes down we still have the moon shining for us.

so how could you not be shining?

i'll just try my best to 'be like a flower, and turn my face to the sun'.

maybe we're all dandelions.

planting our seeds where we can, because that's how we make our marks.

but is the point to make our marks?

a dandelion that never gets the chance to plant her seeds is just as much of a dandelion as the one who planted all of his.

maybe the point is just to bask in the sun while you can.

or follow it, just like a dandelion seed.

{side note, i love flowers. i'm determined to someday own my own flower shop.}

p.s. i'm considering proposing to [beck]. i don't care if he's already married.