Saturday, 24 August 2013

Little vine

I am sitting and staring at this little vine in the crack of my window. This plant is a subconsious. It doesn't have a plot~line or a plan. It just grows. That is its goal. To not be picked, shrivelled up and dead. I just don't understand how people do so well, how they give do much effort and with creating goals and achieving the.  These people's energy frightens me.