She wanted it all to end.
But she was still there.
Still in her no where existence...
She wasn't a pill popper,
Yet the decisions she wasn't making
and the ones she was...
really started to look to everyone like she was indeed
on crazy pills.
Loco even...?
But not the loco-motion type.
So, she had to do something about it.
Life was just going to keep repeating,
especially if she didn't plant new seeds..
And perhaps...
She thought about it a second..
But perhaps,
The seeds weren't the most important part this time around.
Maybe this time..
It was the land where she decided to plant them.
The land had to be tilled and readied.
Prepped..
Well turned over.
And that land was her brain...
She needed to pull out all the weeds.
Before she could even begin to plant new seeds.
And so she began her gardening days.
Welcoming all the old traumas that grew all over every action she
ever decided to do.
She was ready to seize each day
and clear all that had grown over.
And this to her was a true Finale...
To finally end all the tried yet untrue.
And then began again
without knowing...
