A lone seed resides on a porcelain dish;
Dirt to one side,
The seed to the other.
The roots choke themselves in their race to the soil.
Twisting.
Tangling.
Churning.
Gasping for pathetic breaths
In their futile desperation.
Days,
Weeks,
Months,
Of senseless calamity.
All for naught I suppose.
For the roots will not get there.
The seed will not grow.
It's a violent,
Discordant dash.
A meaningless sprint.
For seeds do not sprout
On porcelain dishes.
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H
ello again!
Its been a long time hasn't it? Yeah when we started this they were juniors and I a sophomore and well... now I've graduated high school and I'm going to college soon. I'm majoring in theatre and plan to be a playwright and actor. I actually was a finalist in a state wide poetry contest with that poem so thats fun. I had a weird few years for sure. I mean, haven't we all? I don't know I just thought I'd stop by, say hello. If either Loses or Maya read this, hello!!!!
With deepest pleasure,
Yuri 💜
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|This is our Life|
HumorThis is gonna be what our lives are like on the Daily, not an interesting concept the way I make it sound but trust us! we could keep you entertained. I mean, who doesn't want to hear three freaks talk about their daily struggles.
