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Plants
Sometimes there a people who are branches in our lives.
They live behind us and our clothes get caught in them as we try to stumble from the cloudy forest
Sometimes we break those branches and hope they won’t grow back, yet they are stubborn
At times they are even thorns that prick our hearts
leaving lesions that never truly heal
Once a rose and now just the bitter thorns that their memories create
leaving lesions that never truly heal
“It snowed the other day.” she managed to whisper over the phone, her voice followed by silence. “I made the most wonderful snow angels.” Again nothing on the other end. “There were carnations in bloom, the deepest reds I’ve ever seen,full bloom. The contrasted against the snow… ” Her hands were fiddling with the wire of the old phone she’d kept around all these years.”It was nice talking to you tonight, maybe we can see each other sometime… maybe I’ll finally get to meet you.” again nothing was heard on the other end. She hung up the phone and went back to staring at the blank TV. The electricity bill hadn’t been payed in nearly 2 years. She hasn’t had the courage to leave her grandmothers estate in over 3.
Often
A lot of the time I used to think about the idea of being reincarnated..just being able to completely start over in a different life. At times reincarnation seemed to be that hope laying in the back of my mind towards attaining the goals that are far too late in life to be achieved.. I would often wonder if things would be so dramatically different that these goals and hopes I adhere to now would be completely irrelevant.
One thought that would consume me when I pondered this new life was the life I would be leaving behind. My greatest fear was forgetting about my old self, but these days.. at times forgetting seems to be more appealing. My life a canvas washed over with white paint leaving room for a much better piece of art.
So
It’s been a while since I’ve spoken to you. We used to spread so much joy together. I longed for something more and you seemed to bring it to me… and now…. after grasping so long to break away from you… to transcend past this world of data and bytes I find I miss мy shell, the one that kept me away from so many jumping flights, ignorance was bliss yet I know that life is something I don’t want to miss.
