so, you know the moss that grows in between the sidewalk stones in your neighborhood. the moss that won't die, no matter how hard you try. the moss that is life.

you know that moss right? imbedded in the sidewalks where we fell in love? imbedded in the concrete where we kissed virgin lips on virgin lips.

why try to kill it? that is life, that is beauty in distraction and sunshine in darkness and geniality wrapped up in a silver bow.

why kill it?

beautiful things inconvenience the perfection of sordid reality, and siren songs are lost every day in the cracks
you are jealous? are you?

keep the moss, because if im right you're stuck in a crack too.

look at the world, is your view slim? your vistas small? look at the world, is all you see clear sky, beautiful sky, blueberry sky.

you are moss, you don't see how you destroy yourself.

and it hurts.