You grow on me like tangerine seeds. Sweet and juicy. Too sweet and juicy to be true in the imperfect land of reality sometimes. Sometimes, you’re not enough to quench my thirst. Sometimes, I tell myself I’m not enough to grow you in my soul and make you come true. Sometimes, I think I’m not worthy enough when I give up on you, when I let the hail strike you and bruise you and I never look at you again because you no longer have perfect skin.
Do you know that I love you? That you are what keeps me alive and kicking?
On occasion, you become sour on me - or perhaps it’s just that I keep you waiting for so long, that I forget what the point was in dreaming you in the first place. & as you know, I may be a quitter but never a forgetter. Each one of you can live on me, in a parasitic symbiosis with my heart until we can finally let go. I will either fulfill you or grow the wings to teach you how to fly and make room for more compatible, fresher dreams.
Sometimes, all it takes to earn a beautiful garden is tangerine seeds. Sometimes, all I need is a dream.
-girl who is only sometimes afraid to get her hands dirty
