you varnished all the leaves, didn't know they couldn't breathe

he collects all things beautiful to surround himself with beauty. he doesn't know he's robbing the world of it.

he fishes out coins from fountains to collect people's wishes.

he plucks butterflies out of the air to create rainbows on his wall.

he pulls flowers from the ground to perfume his house.

he captures children's laughter on old cassette tapes to battle the silence.

he doesn't know that the wishes won't come true without the water to nourish them, the butterflies will die without their freedom, the flowers will wither without their roots, the laughter loses its magic confined in the tinny restrictions of a cassette. he doesn't know he's responsible for the destruction of beauty.

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this dude has been in my head for a while now, desperate to get out. and, no, i'm not schizo. unfortunately for him, my mind has not been able to think up any story to go along with him. he's been waiting, but he's growing impatient - he's beginning to fade. sooo i thought i'd immortalize him here instead of in a story. maybe being out in the world will eventually land him into one. and yes, i do talk about my characters as if they have conscious thoughts. and no, it does not make me crazy. i think.

and the fact that i've designated this day for school work is in no way responsible for my sudden need to start writing him out... yeah, even i dont believe that.

and credit for the title goes to tooly for introducing me to the song.

*Treeology - Shady Bard