By the time I made it home, the garden had turned to weeds and everyone who lived there was becoming unhappy. I want to move all the snails and flip over every bug thats stuck on its back but I'm f****** powerless and thats okay.
Its okay to ask for help sometimes. Its okay to laugh at yourself all the time because even if you're the feeder of every bird in the neighborhood, you're still a symbiotic wreck like the rest of us left here.
The slide held up to the light, the place I never want to come back to.
Its okay to ask for help sometimes. Its okay to laugh at yourself all the time because even if you're the feeder of every bird in the neighborhood, you're still a symbiotic wreck like the rest of us left here.
The slide held up to the light, the place I never want to come back to.