#about a tree

[fake-diary]

Day 189

Well, the morning was great! The afternoon really went by slower, though. Oh, yeah. Passed half way through a year. Yay!!!! Little late, though.

Reaching up; Towards the sky; Its branches withered; As it hadn’t yet rooted.

[shiyalt]

[sarabibliomania]

Don't talk to it. Don't encourage them.

Pippin

[anchorthewaves]

About A Tree

There's a tree in the park with initials carved in it. It's surrounded by concrete, graffiti, and weeds. Like love locks in Paris only local, and rotting, standing still strong amongst piles of trash.

With history in its branches and love in its rings, majestic and mighty, yet sad all the same. Its leaves have all fallen; bare arms reaching upward, X's like scars showing what couldn't be.

How many lovers have ceased to be loving? How many people have ceased to exist? It tells of what was and of what was then not, but refuses to tell me of what could have been. It leaves that to dreamers sitting under its branches, soon-to-be, never-to-be, could-it-be lovers.

So to crushes being crushed by the weight of emotions and to lovers sans the love, absent or unrequited, just remember the tree of so many others that sits alone in the park keeping love still alive.