The Gardens
The Gardens represent who I am.
The first garden was created by those with Holy names. The Lord's name comes to mind, as well as those of my mother and father. Those names are Holy. They have originally made me into what I am.
Then, there was a rain storm. The storm represents many things. It represents all the things that led me to believe I needed to hide my innocence or to simply be someone different. Part of me believes that I should never have left that first garden, for it could have been great, but now what has been done, is done. All I can do now is regret.
So, I left, this fact is unalterable. Also, no matter what, a person will always be a person, and a person will have a personality. So, as I left my first and true garden, I planted myself other gardens. Yes, I tried many, and each failed. I like to think that in each new garden I tried a new exotic plant that I knew little of. This plant, so mysterious to me, then grew out of my control, like an unwanted weed. It took over everything in my garden and ruined it, driving me away to plant another.
There had to be a specific time when I finally admitted that my garden was ruined. How I knew this probably came from the words of another. They were in my garden, loving it, loving me, when suddenly, they didn't want to be there. That became the sign. When people left my garden, it was time for me to leave too and create a new garden. No matter how hard I tried, though, that same evil plant always kept coming back and ruining my garden...
Hopefully I have finally returned to my real garden, and I can finally be home again... There, that evil plant cannot grow, for it is artificial and not part of my true self.
Some of the people that I have created gardens for, and abandoned gardens for include: Jennifer, Tiffany, Fanny, Aaron, Jenna, Brian, and Phil. The last to make me leave though, has been Kelly. I did not understand why I left my garden of late. I simply followed the crowd.
I still don't quite understand why they left... and they still don't quite like my newfound garden...
So here I am, in an old, untended, and overgrown garden, with a withering rose at my feet. The rose does not belong here. Just as the exotic plant did not belong in my other gardens.
As tending the rose seems to be the only thing my garden will allow me to do, I will do it unhappily, awaiting permission, so to speak.
The first garden was created by those with Holy names. The Lord's name comes to mind, as well as those of my mother and father. Those names are Holy. They have originally made me into what I am.
Then, there was a rain storm. The storm represents many things. It represents all the things that led me to believe I needed to hide my innocence or to simply be someone different. Part of me believes that I should never have left that first garden, for it could have been great, but now what has been done, is done. All I can do now is regret.
So, I left, this fact is unalterable. Also, no matter what, a person will always be a person, and a person will have a personality. So, as I left my first and true garden, I planted myself other gardens. Yes, I tried many, and each failed. I like to think that in each new garden I tried a new exotic plant that I knew little of. This plant, so mysterious to me, then grew out of my control, like an unwanted weed. It took over everything in my garden and ruined it, driving me away to plant another.
There had to be a specific time when I finally admitted that my garden was ruined. How I knew this probably came from the words of another. They were in my garden, loving it, loving me, when suddenly, they didn't want to be there. That became the sign. When people left my garden, it was time for me to leave too and create a new garden. No matter how hard I tried, though, that same evil plant always kept coming back and ruining my garden...
Hopefully I have finally returned to my real garden, and I can finally be home again... There, that evil plant cannot grow, for it is artificial and not part of my true self.
Some of the people that I have created gardens for, and abandoned gardens for include: Jennifer, Tiffany, Fanny, Aaron, Jenna, Brian, and Phil. The last to make me leave though, has been Kelly. I did not understand why I left my garden of late. I simply followed the crowd.
I still don't quite understand why they left... and they still don't quite like my newfound garden...
So here I am, in an old, untended, and overgrown garden, with a withering rose at my feet. The rose does not belong here. Just as the exotic plant did not belong in my other gardens.
As tending the rose seems to be the only thing my garden will allow me to do, I will do it unhappily, awaiting permission, so to speak.
posted by Andy at 11:43 PM
1 Comments:
The gardens.
I know why they all felt... not quite right... and you felt you needed to leave... when the others left. A garden, truly, is a home, an outward representation of the self and a shelter. It is not a gift to someone else. It is not a gift from anyone, either. Though others may have influence at the beginning. In the end, make the garden how you want it, never how you think others wish to see it. They have their own garden to tend to. You've found a garden at last, I can see that. What's different about this one? There's two of you. You're working the garden together. Not for each other, and not in manner you believe they wish you to. Side-by-side. And miraculously, it's one garden.
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