Sunday, 17 April 2011
03:39:46 PM (GMT)
Now, I'm not a normal person at heart, infact, I'm the opposite. But something that
does make me all cheerful and happy is the spring. I have no idea as to why this is
either, I mean, even I find it odd..
But I like the fact that one day, after waiting so long to see a glimpse of life in
my cold and barren garden, I saw a small daffodil growing. To me, seeing that small
flower struggling to grow reminded me of myself and how much I struggle to achieve my
dream. Which in turn made me wonder if I helped that tiny daffodil, maybe one day
someone would help me.
So, in the morning, I slipped outside the backdoor, with a long T-shirt on, and I dug
the daffodil up. It sounds silly to think of me, a small girl with blood on her leg
digging in a garden at 6 in the morning, but I was fixated with the idea that I
needed to help this flower. So I put it in a pot, placed it in my window and hoped
that it might grow.
And in the time it's been here the urge to hurt and cut myself hasn't been that bad.
And that's why I like the spring.