Day 17 - The house plant

 More than a hobby, 

Less than a lifestyle, 

I keep you around

to remind myself

That I need the sun,

Warmth from people and moments, 

That I need water, 

Tears to cleanse away the chaos of life. 

That I need manure, 

Funerals I attend for the versions of myself. 

That I need air, 

To believe that I can start anew after bad days. 

And that I need space, 

To grow into the life I always dreamt of. 

More than a hobby or a lifestyle, 

I keep you around 

To believe in myself and

How I deserve to be here. 


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