And here I am, looking for peace,
Questioning every thought that enters the brain,
Yet still manages to affect the heart.
The roots of flowers are dried, destroyed,
Yet somehow it manages to survive.
I watered the flower,
Then it seemed the *** was broken.
But not the flower.
I saved it.
I removed the plant from the ***
Planted it in the ground.
The ground seemed to be dry,
I watered it.
A stone — I removed.
Planted.
Watered.
It was removed and replanted thrice.
Didn't dare to touch the other plants.
The one which I planted isn't growing —
Neither am I.
May 28
May 28, 2026 at 1:49 AM UTC
And here I am, looking for peace,
Questioning every thought that enters the brain,
Yet still manages to affect the heart.
The roots of flowers are dried, destroyed,
Yet somehow it manages to survive.
I watered the flower,
Then it seemed the *** was broken.
But not the flower.
I saved it.
I removed the plant from the ***
Planted it in the ground.
The ground seemed to be dry,
I watered it.
A stone — I removed.
Planted.
Watered.
It was removed and replanted thrice.
Didn't dare to touch the other plants.
The one which I planted isn't growing —
Neither am I.