As a writer, I know the significance of words and just how meaningless they are. “I would never hurt you, you mean so much to me, you're my everything." I know the pain of having another steal your painstakingly crafted work. Planting ideas, cultivating, allowing access to sunlight - “I love that joke! Our joke!” … Continue reading If We’re Lucky
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.