Even though everyone else told me it would never work, forget about it, accept it as
it was, I've always kept you in a place where I knew you'd never leave my heart . . .
I'll probably fight forever between letting go and holding on.
If all our old groceries emerged from the fridge blooming and free, life would take a new turn for the beautiful - full blossomed, fresh air. How much less wasteful life would be.
I'm looking forward to the art that shall be my old strawberries when I get back to my apartment.