dicola

I am a bud. A small little stem with a couple green leaves. I'm having a lot of trouble growing because everyone keeps trying to put all these crazy chemicals on me. Chemicals that are supposed to speed up my growth, so I can bear fruit for these people faster... But I wanna grow slowly. I want to enjoy the time it takes to grow up into a big ole tree. I want to marvel at the fact that I'm so close to the ground. That I am next to all these blades of grass who can never get any higher than they are. I want to enjoy the precious dirt laying all around me that keeps me rooted to the world, and yet, also nourishes me with things needed to survi

A girl was losing her ruby. Alone and crying she wandered through the gardens of suicide, looking for someone to make the sun shine again. She felt every pill, every razorblade and nook that came her way. She felt the pain rising from the flowerpots and the flowerbeds and gradually it became her own. It clung to her skin like a tattoo, like a drowning creature, and seeped to her veins, poisoning her mind like a plague. The obscure, uncaring sun began to set, looking over the land and seeing nothing but sadness and despair. As dusk painted the sky with purples and blues, the girl strayed far from the gardens of suicide. She had wandered int