this garden of green (and a little bit of yellow and pink) is full of life and lies. I have told my stories to the plants and flowers on this garden of green many times before, hoping they'd talk or, perhaps, love me back.
i have been wishing for a firefly to come to this healthy garden of green of mine, and none came.
And i'm glad. i cannot **** a firefly. something so precious and rare, i cannot **** or imprison or limit it. i will be too powerful it is making me Crazy