stonecoldsteveaustin:

I like veins because they remind me of trees and rivers.

I like to lay underneath trees and follow all of the branches with my eyes, each one stemming from another, all leading to one place. A center, a whole. A place that makes all the little branches paths become one. A million little branches become one big tree, apart they’re fragile but together they’re strong.

Rivers are rushing and rapid and ever changing, but always the same. Little back roads that wind around fallen trees and rock ledges. Little back roads that are all racing to the big highway. Little rivers become the vast ocean. One huge thing that is a home to so many, that is scary and powerful but beautiful and calming. Each little river telling all the other rivers in the ocean all the things they’ve seen on their way home.

Veins remind me of that. Veins are tiny rivers racing to your heart, to pump your blood. Veins are small branches that crawl and reach all over your body that connect to your trunk. Many little things coming together to make one strong unit. 

I like that.