My memories are like seeds…
That have been cut in half.
Half of them grew
Half of them didn’t
And the ones that remain
Somehow wedged in the Earth,
Are broken.
They shift
They change shape
As they long to grow
To see the Sun.
Dig.
My memories are like seeds…
That have been cut in half.
Half of them grew
Half of them didn’t
And the ones that remain
Somehow wedged in the Earth,
Are broken.
They shift
They change shape
As they long to grow
To see the Sun.
Party Gatherings 