try not to figure everything out at once
i tell myself.
believe in free love
i instruct myself.
physically, they all teach me.
grow your hair out to this length, cut. respect your parents.
they made you.
mentally, i'm with the flowers.
buried beneath soil. bloom, grow. wilt.
the flowers are my friend, frowning
before i learned to stop overwatering.
they're very forgiving, you see.
i refuse to believe
my mind is too open and my heart is too colorful.
i refuse to relax
and watch things wither away.
that would make me a lazy gardener.
the flowers are not the be all end all.
home is where i am.