zebrasindenver

happiness is just a chemical

but when it is gone

you can feel every inch it took up

you set a garden

begun from seeds you cared for

we built it a home, gave it earth

you grew proud, excited

tall, strong, you left them be to take it on alone

failing to inspect closely, the rot that was setting in

they grew sick, you couldnt care for them

they began to fade, you walked away

the garden needed you, more than you needed the garden

i watch the plants wither now, starved or diseased

a dry death, in the montreal sun

the garden

5001 Notre-Dame

how do i constantly put 600kms between booty calls and vietnamese food

125 Ossington

youth

and

love

both things to grow out of .