I fixate on my words.
Clueing what to write about.
Hydrating my thoughts.
I wonder what’s to say right now.
My thoughts they flourish only when they are being watered.
So don’t blame the plant for being transported,later distorted.
If the water is godly known to be unclean,and recycled.
Then how can a plant grow,into something that is not resentful.
Like thoughts,plants also must be routinely fed.
Unless you want a worm to blindly climb inside your head.
Now,here is where i change.
I must depart to better soil.
Some land of the unknown- where plants can flourish,never spoil.
Frankly i will miss it.
But i know better than to live in desolation.
I know in time and nourishment,i will live in high vibration.