To literally anyone in the world.
Because although music has changed my life, at the age 16 where i still have sooo much more life ahead that they have butterfly effected, literally everybody in this world has got me to this point via any small action. So thank you.
And give yourself a smile. Look at the ground and touch it.
Try let out a single tear onto the earth, for it cries every day, so please give it comfort.
And for you people who cannot physically cry onto the ground rn for particular reasons XD. Literally just embrace the air infront of you, hug it in your mind. And smile :)
And just goddamn look up at the sky.
Whether grey or blue or red or white.
Let it smile back.
And nurture your world.
Look at the fucking sky!
With the grass to the side and the sky in the sky.
I decide that I\'ll lie here and lay down to die.
Not here with me now, nor here when we part.
Just singing within every inch of my heart!
(Breathe out pls for like 10 seconds. feel the breeze, whether there, or in your memories. )
Breathe in the air of the world.
Literally nothing needs to work at all.
Just close your eyes and imagine skies.
That lay down and say hi, and feed you breeze until you cry.
Turn to your side.
Shake and let it all goddamn out.
The tears that tear your whole existence.
Stitch them into every crack.
Hush.
Ask the world anything.
The sky won\'t lie.
(So just breathe in for five)
The sky in the sky won\'t lie.
Not for you.
Your worth every single bit of every single truth.
Every single cell deserves everything we do.
As a planet, as a being, as an existence in this universe.
You don\'t have to sing this verse.
It\'s up to you, so here it was.
Do you remember the days of buttercups.
You\'d smile with friends, and other people too.
Everyone would smile.
They may push you over.
You may push them over.
Face in the dirt and grass.
Why would that ever be seen as bad.
The smell and the taste of the soil and the dew.
And the grass.
Oh the grass.
The greenest lushest path.
Path of nature, Nurture.
This beautiful feeling.
Reminisce it like I do.
I couldn\'t do it without any of you.
It feels so goddamn cringe.
But fuck it, thoughts are goddamn cringe
So let me appreciate all who has enlisted all my thoughts to dream at last.
I\'ll start from the current moment, lay in my bed, literally tonnes of homework to do too.
But I have just been sat here watching 3 hours of YouTube.
Music, you nurture my soul.
With every ounce of your whole.
It\'s not parasocial.
If you literally have me crying on the floor.
It\'s not obsession, it\'s just appreciation.
I appreciate every single move you make.
Spit your fire, do it please.
It hollows out our heart.
Fill it with snow.
So fresh, so cold, so stationary.
So static like a home.
Tragic but at home.
You make me feel at home.
Yet I\'ve never felt at home.
So is this my home.
I goddamn hope it is.
We make me realise.
That I don\'t need to learn to make music, to make myself happy.
It felt like all these ideas hadn\'t came to life until I had completed something.
Id tried and failed, and I cried, and sailed an endless sea of doubt and debt of sleep and work.
I was trying to feel alive.
It didn\'t work.
A mirror lay at my side.
But yeah, I tried to feel alive, and it didn\'t work
Why would it?
These are ideas, within my head.
And they mean less to you, more to me instead.
Surely
Then surely.
Then surely
Then surely.
Then surely.
Then surely I can just be making and take in memories one by one in the moment, in the sun, and feel an ocean flood my lungs.
No longer tight, I\'m smiling.
Still stressing.
Got so much work to do.
But yet I write.
Well I type.
But yet I type still.
I laugh bcs this is so open.
Too open.
I don\'t want to share it.
So for that exact reason.
I will.
But I can\'t have favourites, so I\'m my favourite.
Remember it\'s not obsession, it\'s just appreciation ;-;
I must be a fan of myself.
And sing these words.
I\'m sure you can\'t complain.
If I just repeat \'their\' words.
Worlds were insane, but nurture had me made.
So.
Look at the sky, I\'m still here.
So fucking alive, in here.
I will make something good.
For me or for all, it doesnt matter at all.
All will not matter so make yourself matter for you, and just exist to feel good.
Look at the sky.
I\'m still here.
I\'ll be alive next year.
I will make something good.
I will.
I will make something good.
So look at the sky
I\'m still here.
I\'ll be alive.
Next year.
I will.
I will.
I will.
I will make something.
I will.
It\'ll be good.
I will.
For me.
For me.
For me.
For me.
Maybe for you.
But no pressure if I don\'t or do.
Or do.
I will.
I will.
I heal.
I\'ll heal.
I\'ll smile.
I\'ll feel.
So one more time.
And for many times beyond.
I\'ll smile at the grass to my left and my right.
And the sky in the sky and the sky in the pond.
And I\'ll smile. And I\'ll cry.
And I\'ll style my life.
How I want to.
Not because of fear.
Because I looked at the sky.
And I find that both we and I are still here.
For now, tonight, and for further light.
It\'s not goodbye now.
It\'s hi.
:)