Imbue

Three years stained with the hardship of believing no one else understands. But caterpillars still turn into butterflies, and the sunlight glows through their small, beautiful wings. Life imbued with color, dreams infused with hope; these are the things you wish for when you lift your eyes and pick out a star, tracing its path across the sky as you're driving by. You can barely hear the song on the radio, but you know it's about heartbreak. You'll fall asleep tonight humming the tune, and you'll dream of a boy you used to think you knew.