COMPETE

I’ve realized that the sun leaves freckles on my cheeks to compete with the stars the night sky provides. The day will always be envious of my love affair with the moon. 
As will leaves be bitter towards branches and their ability to let go so easily. 
People are numb in the form of tears and regret
While the ocean cries in tsunamis just trying to let the shore know how much it wishes it could stay.
And the sky, oh the sky, cries with all the emotions the world shoots into it.
Even it’s endlessness is searching for a place to rest it’s head.
You see my dear, not even scientists can find the formula to uncover the chaos in our veins.