under the deck.

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everything is so green when you're looking out from under my deck. fertilizer made our grass brighter than it should be and the trees lining our yard finally have summer leaves instead of tiny spring buds. where i sit though...it's all rocks and weeds. right under the deck is where we keep the firewood and where lots of empty bottles of alchohol are hidden. the logs and rocks have ciggerette burns that i've left there, always leaving a black mark whenever i go out. the plants down there arent the ones we want people to see. nobody but my brothers and i go under the deck, everyone else stays up the red painted wood, looking down at the garden and exclaiming over fancy pink and yellow flowers. i actually like the weeds better, because they dont beg for compliments like the plants in my mom's garden do. weeds are weeds. if you find one pretty, then that's great, but you arent forced to appreciate them.

i dont know exactly where im going with that.