And there’s a point when you must let go. Because life is too short and precious to waste trying to resurrect bloodless relationships that were buried long ago. They’ve already decomposed in the frozen ground.
But if you look outside of where you’re used to, outside of what once was long ago normal, you might just find a rose amongst thorns. A green bud ready to burst amongst a grove of dead shrubbery.
You might just find hope.
To all my green buds out there…you know who you are.
My intention is to provoke thought, not to necessarily find resolution.