xylem
Life has afforded me more opportunities than I have taken advantage of, and when I sit down and think about all the waste, it makes me very sick.
I can't help but blame him, you know, for whatever crimes I can. Bad touch, poverty, whatever. My heart believes that he is looking out on the most perfect farm in a place where it's never cold, where the seasons are never bad. He has that peace I knew with him as a child, barefoot in queen ann's lace that grew above my head. I feel abandoned.
I tried to keep everyone's plants alive, but they all contracted diseases and are dying at different speeds. I am unreasonably upset about it.
I can't help but blame him, you know, for whatever crimes I can. Bad touch, poverty, whatever. My heart believes that he is looking out on the most perfect farm in a place where it's never cold, where the seasons are never bad. He has that peace I knew with him as a child, barefoot in queen ann's lace that grew above my head. I feel abandoned.
I tried to keep everyone's plants alive, but they all contracted diseases and are dying at different speeds. I am unreasonably upset about it.