CHERRY PICKING Lets go cherry picking, plucking the ripe red round marbles off their roots, stealing them from the bush theyve called home for their entire lives. Its just like us, you see?, as we innocently sat by & watched the world crumble around us, perched on our shelves of cluttered brown stems where names weren’t needed because we all cared for one another regardless. But then Reality struck, shaking the bush. Each cherry fell, one by one, into the dirt. Some were picked up & put into pretty little baskets with checkered ribbons & promised to be used to their full potential; others just lay there, bathing in dust, staring up at the rest of us, humiliated. We clung tightly, fearing the day we might fall. But time marches on, & the wind of changing seasons swept through & knocked us off. We fell— first you; then me. Life has never been the same, the wind whisking us wherever it pleases without consideration to our sanity, feet threatening to squash our dreams, hands taunting us with possibilities just slightly out of reach, & the rest of the cherries ridiculing our helplessness. Everyone falls at some point. So let us go cherry picking. Maybe we can swoop up a few songless souls & revive them with beautiful purpose, reminding them of their dazzling charm & captivating colour. Though everyone falls, not everyone is able to climb back up to a place of contentment. So let’s help them get there. We’re all just little cherries who can’t help but fall, so we attempt to glide with grace, maintaining some dignity & declaring that we are falling for a reason.
Posted on: Thu, 16 Jan 2014 09:45:52 +0000
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