The unexamined life is not worth living--Socrates

You always notice the little things. You care deeply, so deeply the weight of it can become a burden. You are a healer to all but yourself.

You can go unseen. Blend into the crowd and be forgotten. Isolate but desire closeness. Escape into dreams so close you could touch them. Reality stings you at times.

But know that none of these things, these traits, these aspects of you, are neither good nor bad. They make up what it is to be you.

You are a beautiful, kind and caring soul. A soul worthy of tender words, caring thoughts and comforting embraces.

“what you egg” *stabs him*

“mine eyes smell onions”

“I’ll beat thee but I would infect my hands”

“Thou art as fat as butter”