𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕓𝕖𝕕

if it's the flowers i love

then it's the weeds that i adore

their tenacious existence

far from structured flowerbeds

and choreographed lives

they just grow

anywhere

everywhere

unapologetically

uncontained

unpampered

unfettered

a little touch of happy

in a big pasture

and in the big flowerbed

of Life

i'm a weed

and i'm ok

with that.