A seed is scooped up by the wind; light and carefree until that moment where the wind stops blowing or the seed hits something. Confused, it starts to look for a place to settle and start germinating and grow into something beautiful, but it is an unfamiliar, alien territory. I have also been that fool, trying to grow and lift my leaves up to the sun. The soil was toxic, however, and I still continue to let it poison my roots, because of guilt and what could be manipulation. I am moving past that terrible feeling of wanting revenge and redemption, but I still want that look of being left wanting more.
Joy and misery are two sides of a coin everyone wants regardless of what they might or might not say.
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