I am trying to pick the perfect strawberries
smelling the small containers, looking for fuzzy and furry spots when I hear someone who could sound like you ...if I listened hard enough. and still I look, frantic, wanting to shrink and crawl into the carton of sweet, juicy safety I am trying to return to normalcy although weekly chores feel like gearing up for battle; and there is no efficient camouflage for a suburban supermarket. my eyes begin shifting, searching, and scanning for familiar faces in the vegetable section, finding no one, thankfully. Why?
Why do we fall in love with the people we can’t have? Why do we spend our whole lives searching for the one when they might never exist? Why do we do all this stupid stuff to ourselves, so everyone will like us? Why do we even try? Why? |
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