a sprinkling of sunny days and cloudy days, rapidly changing, reminding me constantly of the little things. sEEing for the first time, noticing, the crutches, etcetera- but still unable to put them aside, willingly so.

and even with that will there is this deep down feeling that repressing  is part of the root : allowing myself the  time to re-arrange that word is the water. the ‘work’ is the dirt.

seed after seed planted and uprooted

the idea of taking care of myself took on a whole new meaning

my heart has grown so much to engulf all the years past

wilting them away making space all i can for my mom