Something has grown between us. A rope is wound tight around my emotions. It binds me and cuts off my breath, and it pulls me away from you. If I could just reach across this pain filled chasm that separates us and ignore the twisted, sharp pangs of mistrust. If I could just touch you and make you realize that everything is okay, then I could feel peace. I want to bound forward into a future where past mistakes have been erased. I want to continue a conversation in which the wrong lines of dialogue have been deleted. I want to walk down a path from which I never strayed.
Are you there? Will you meet me?
Do I dare reach across and touch you?
I must dare, but I fear you might not still be there if I wait.
So I’d better do it now.
I touch you. And you are there. And we are there. And so we start again.
A story of the need to connect, as told by weeds.
Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.
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