Some branches are stronger than others.

But did you know all branches are meant to hold the same weight? Some branches are very small, and hold small leaves and flowers. So delicate and wonderful.

Other branches are attached to bigger plants like trees. They grow for hundreds of years and get very tall.

I sometimes look at the larger trees, for me I am a just a weed. People like to get rid of me, but I am actually quite tough.

Not beautiful, well, maybe to some, but I am a traveler. Weeds travel and explore- live between other plants, cement streets and rocks. Just like a lotus flower- always recipient regardless of the environment.

I am proud, but I also feel something is missing. I want to be a rose- I want to be a beautiful flower- I am sick of being a weed, even a locus I don’t Want to be!!! I want to be a bouquet ! Given to the arms of someone who is in love.

Yes… even still I sit in the sun, it shines warm and bright and I still wilt because I am just so done being a fucking weed….

Will anyone come and shine more light on me ? Just a little more water than usually? I want love….