I am the fruit of my own gardening
Watered with the music of lonesomeness
Nurtured by the shifting solidity of selftalk
Planted in a bed of rainbow chaos
Tart and bitter when raw
No lovelier when steamed
Falling apart when boiled
Glossing over when baked
Bring me to the fire
Where there I will disingetrate
I shrivel and am humbled
I shall cease to exist
As ashes I return
Finalized, romanticized, simplified
Now starting from the ground
I will let myself be grown
2 comments:
dude. i like this a lot.
Aww. Thanks, Kmac. You pretty much hardly ever comment on blogs, so I feel pretty special right now. <3
Post a Comment