by imlikeabirdillonlyflyaway

Yeah, i’m sure everything looks great from where You are. All You can see is that green tree canopy. But if You were here, where i’m standing, You would know that that isn’t how things really are–that the only green that can be seen down here is the scum. That down here lies decay. That we’re washed out. And dried up. Broken. Dead.

But you don’t see that.