"Depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent, it is plain and simple reduction of feeling...People who keep stiff upper lips find that it's damn hard to smile." -Judith Guest
Use-ta sit on that old table in the dinin’ room, you know, the one too beat up to use fer nuthin’ but settin’ plants on (they don’t much care anymo’ about inflicting water damage). Crowded there. Sho-there was other’uns like me, but mosta them’s in pots. With dirt.
I didn’t get no dirt. I know she had good intentions, she just had so many other mo’ impo-tent things to do. After all, I’m just a cutting. I’m a piece offa one uh dem potted ones that tried to grow outside the boundaries. You git too big, they cut you.
"Home is the place where you can say anything you please, because nobody pays attention to you anyway."-Joe Moore
I (live?) in an old hard-water-stained glass. There’s lots of us in here, trying to survive without everything we need. We sorta formed our own little family: our fragile water-roots are all tangled together. This water’s a mess. I wouldn’t recommend smelling it. We sit here all in a tangle, trying to live on dirty water.
She moved us. Now we sit in the kitchen window sill alone. We’re small, so we fit (read: don’t get in the way.). We make her smile now that she can see us here. Now, we can stretch out a bit. I feel the sun, but I’ll admit, I get lonely sometimes. Another woman stands on the other side of the sink a lot while the water runs. She sings.
"...and then the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." -Anais Nin
Maybe some day one of these women will get around to putting us in some cool dirt. Maybe not. But it’s ok: we found out we’ll make it; we can bloom.
"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." -Oscar Wilde