*see if you can read this the entire way through and if you can answer the questions I have at the bottom, who can guess question number one?
I look at you, and think, well that could be me. I ache to have what you do, I’ve searched high and low, far and near, in the dark and in the light. Through forest and desert, hill and vale, mountain and grassland, I’ve searched the deepest oceans and in the darkest caves, I’ve looked in the sweetest meadows and in all the content glades. Yet for all my searching I still have not found what you take for granted. I’ve looked to the sun and found nothing in his face, I cried desperately to the moon but she turned away cold, the stars no longer sing to me they all have turned their backs.