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Invention

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Earth supplies us with what we need- what is destined to be apart of our lives. Her natural wonders fill the surroundings with beauty. She is the perfect architect; crafting marvelous structures one would only believe about if seen with one’s own eyes. She tinkers with the smallest of crafts, detailing life down to the cell.

Stemming from the ground, social packs; supporting one another through the roots. Falling pedals add to the life around them. You, the perfect comparison to these creations. Every species has a counterance to you’re being.

Roses; valiant and vivid, such as a room’s mood turning once you walk through doors. Such as you’re demeanor when striking up a talk about a matter that intrigues you. Well known; same with that smile and name of yours, how could one not know about you? Why would anyone want to live a life without one memory with you in it.

Forget me nots; one could already see where this comparison is going. How could I forget you- not. Memories; late night conversations and holding you in my hand; like the bundle of sprouts I carry around; I’ll carry those in my heart for a prolonged time.

Baby’s breaths- little, minor, white flowers; usually paired with others, but nonetheless, beautiful on their own. You, little in physique, yes, but not in intellect. Nor minor; you don’t need a pair to be noticed, you yourself are secure, in your abilities and who you are as a soul. Character and personality bundled up into one person; you could fill any vase without sharing the room.

Cattails, not a traditional flower but can be found at a flower botique. Sturdy and packed tightly; passions, secrets, and emotions packed into you. With enough pressure cattails can be unpacked, ruptured; seeds pouring out. Pressure isn’t always needed for you to rupture; just the right environment and a listening ear can listen to all those secrets; but one must keep them safe in order for you to continue to grow.

Marijuana; still Earth’s creation, and an ironic metaphor. Lighting this plant and inhaling into one’s lungs gives a high; numbing pain and emotions- temporarily sustained. You, falling for you; being lit by you is it’s own high, being in love with you is a high stronger- all pain and emotions cease to exist, permanently.

You, rooted into this earth by passions, family, and what makes you whole. Earth supplies those, me, with what we need- when you were placed into my life, she was subtly hinting that I needed you; now I understand, I need you more than you’ll ever know- than you’ll ever need me.