Ripples In Eternity

It seems as if Father Time was wrong and Mother Nature was just another woman scorned. Perhaps the recipe passed down for generations was miswritten; all I did was adhere to the rules. Step 1: smile and water your garden. Step 2: don’t over-water and let your flowers bloom over another’s. But these leaves break off and the petals wither unapologetically. Here I am drowning in the love the world told me it needed. But the recipe is wrong. In fact, everything I am doing is wrong. It is wrong of me to expect myself out of others, out of these flowers. They don’t care. I fell to the grass. I went to my garden. I asked why they don’t love me and why they won’t grow in my presence. They he...View all