I enjoy this little moment of shock, the way the highlighter-smeared trees and shrubs glow against grey skies and black branches. The hundred shades of newest green, branches jagged with buds like a zipper's teeth. The intense potential of growth.
For me, change is an uncomfortable state. It's rarely free and uncontrolled. I grow to fit a form, to be pruned into a shape. I wish I could grow like a plant, inevitable and wild, nerveless and determined.
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