Apr 20
It sits…
The colors at one point bright
Now fade and soon turn grey
It stood once…as high as the sky itself
But now… hunched over
Burdened by time and neglect
For it was deprived
And deprivation is all it has to feed on.
The colors at one point bright
Now fade and soon turn grey
It stood once…as high as the sky itself
But now… hunched over
Burdened by time and neglect
For it was deprived
And deprivation is all it has to feed on.
I love seeing plants at coffee shops. But more often than not they sit without water and sure enough die. I find it ironic. For the amount of condensation from their cups could be measured by oceans and seas. To be within reach to such a fragile and beautiful thing yet so far away.
(40/M/Los Angeles)
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