all the gardens of the ocean cant be saved by my hands. only the plant with no roots has a need. no roots like no brain cells with memories to hold. i was sniffing my tracks for some sign of life, but i havent left any. my family hasnt left any. no time capsules with favorite toys, or secret letters. no calenders with interesting dates or family heirlooms. no photographs. only the veins in my arms. those are my roots. the blood that flows is all i've got to hold.