*I miss the days when I didn't have anything to do so I became a beach hippie who listened to music all day and made friends with tall skinny dudes who were naturally hippier than I could ever be trying, who would then fall in love with me but I couldn't reciprocate, but that was … Continue reading Stream of Consciousness
Turned up towards the sun pushed to the side by the wind in competition with everything in their vicinity forever reaching upward and outward. Break off the stem, and you've got some invisible green blood pouring where gravity pulls it. Tear it from it's lifesource and hear microscopic despair emanating from the scalloped edges. Interlacing … Continue reading Leaves, Plants, Awareness.