just like the flower in order to receive light one must be open
if life was simple each thing would have one purpose and then be thrown out
to keep someone out or to keep them in, the fence pays no attention
we feel the struggle of the flower in the crack but the plant doesn’t
it’s one of those days when no amount of fuel can get it running
the shadows we cast are just fleeting reminders of where we have been
comfort is likely the thing we pursue the most even more than love
sometimes i wonder how much detail do we need to see the picture
that which we value is not necessarily what’s most important
i can hear the sounds but they don’t make any sense unless i listen
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