Her Notes, His Replies, Their Tree

her notes

i find peace in things that are uncommon,
like the way the rain pours,
or the sound of a puppy whimpering,
or anything that is just so simple to normal eye.

i think it is,
because,
i cannot ever be a piece of something common,
i cannot ever be a part of something which requires more talking,
and less looking,
and less watching,
and less observing.

because it is not who i am.

but who i am, i wish i knew better.