Melon Cauliflower(Jan 26th, 2013 at 01:14:51 PM)
You droop like a melancholy flower with bright dew at the tips of it's petals. Petals no longer firm with the vigor of a creature that provides its own sustenance. Petals that seem to want to fall, as though plucked out and then dropped by a girl declaring the alternating convictions of boy whose love depends on the exact number of your soft, white leaves. They are wrinkled brown from over-hydration, dull and pale like swimmers' fingertips. The rain always carries more weight than we prepare for. Bracing will do little to keep you in place. And even if your barricades do stand strong, the overflow will still rot the roots of your garden. A home is never so permanent as one that is taken away So take it! – and run. Let your hands graze the dry bark of foreign pine trees. Let them feel the stark stickiness of their sap. Buy a winter coat; drink dark beer. End your relationships. Leave your family. Find a way to make it all different. But do not stop... The only proper end is a new beginning. I promise, it will be okay. The only things you'll miss are the flowers.