i liken my growth to the succulents in my garden
sometimes, they struggle to keep up and their leaves shrivel and rot
in the spring, they spill out of their pots
tumbling from the rim in bountiful stems
and every year or so, one may die from mistreatment
overwatered
not enough sun
overcrowded soil
and the next day, the eldest plant blooms
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 12:38 AM UTC
i liken my growth to the succulents in my garden
sometimes, they struggle to keep up and their leaves shrivel and rot
in the spring, they spill out of their pots
tumbling from the rim in bountiful stems
and every year or so, one may die from mistreatment
overwatered
not enough sun
overcrowded soil
and the next day, the eldest plant blooms
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