Aug 2018
I am here
I am here
To live and to share
This seed died into what felt like 8 inches of black dirt
Black dirt, a scent i love to smell
you know a scent that makes you smile that makes you think that today is much brighter than yesterday, a sunnier day you haven’t felt for quite a while
One drip of bitter water is what made that seed grow left and right but not up,
up to the sky where it believed it thought it was with the stars that gazed at it and it gazed back with admiration wishing it be beautiful as them
It was lavished with clear fresh water everyday but at night, at night those nights of your bitter water that at times it felt it was all It lived for
I need it, I need it, I want it, I want it…..I think I want it
Till its realization its coat had been planted, soaked, planted soaked planted soaked planted soaked planted soaked planted and soaked and weakend into dirt
And no not that fresh black scented dirt that made it smile that made it feel like a brand new day
It was the kind of dried dirt that leaves your mouth dry as if a sand storm had hit it that now choked it
The belief of air was just inconceivable to it. When left alone for too long it needed its water for no one else noticed it, needed it,
Or so it thought
This night it thought it wanted one drip it made it nervous knowing that that bitter taste was not right its first does was fun for it was touched all around its shell cool and smooth
It thought it thought it thought is what woke it up to realize it wasn’t what it thought it wanted
Its last does change it all
8 silent months it was left alone with no sound thought everyone else made it while they passed and laughed
Roouunnd and surrounded it yelled for the sacred water of life
There it is there it is a pair of eyes a pair of hands and one heart
You are worth more than this dried up dirt that’s compressed your coat that’s tainted your soul even with you own words
To something. You are not
They don’t love me they don’t love me they don’t love me shouting believing that whatever touched it that whatever tried to provide nutrition nobody loved it
I am here
To live and to share
This seed died into what felt like 8 inches of black dirt
Black dirt, a scent i love to smell
you know a scent that makes you smile that makes you think that today is much brighter than yesterday, a sunnier day you haven’t felt for quite a while
One drip of bitter water is what made that seed grow left and right but not up,
up to the sky where it believed it thought it was with the stars that gazed at it and it gazed back with admiration wishing it be beautiful as them
It was lavished with clear fresh water everyday but at night, at night those nights of your bitter water that at times it felt it was all It lived for
I need it, I need it, I want it, I want it…..I think I want it
Till its realization its coat had been planted, soaked, planted soaked planted soaked planted soaked planted soaked planted and soaked and weakend into dirt
And no not that fresh black scented dirt that made it smile that made it feel like a brand new day
It was the kind of dried dirt that leaves your mouth dry as if a sand storm had hit it that now choked it
The belief of air was just inconceivable to it. When left alone for too long it needed its water for no one else noticed it, needed it,
Or so it thought
This night it thought it wanted one drip it made it nervous knowing that that bitter taste was not right its first does was fun for it was touched all around its shell cool and smooth
It thought it thought it thought is what woke it up to realize it wasn’t what it thought it wanted
Its last does change it all
8 silent months it was left alone with no sound thought everyone else made it while they passed and laughed
Roouunnd and surrounded it yelled for the sacred water of life
There it is there it is a pair of eyes a pair of hands and one heart
You are worth more than this dried up dirt that’s compressed your coat that’s tainted your soul even with you own words
To something. You are not
They don’t love me they don’t love me they don’t love me shouting believing that whatever touched it that whatever tried to provide nutrition nobody loved it
