peace it out

“You know, my family challenges the bounds of my sanity. They drive me to do unspeakable things, all the while finding fresh, and inventive ways to torture me. But, as it turns out, my family is what makes me truly happy.”

The night gardener once asked me if I knew how citrus trees died: when they reach old age, if they are not cut down and they manage to survive drought, disease and innumerable attacks of pests, fungi and plagues, they succumb from overabundance. When they come to the end of their life cycle, they put out a final, massive crop of lemons. In their last spring their flowers bud and blossom in enormous bunches and fill the air with a smell so sweet that it stings your nostrils from two blocks away; then their fruits ripen all at once, whole limbs break off due to their excessive weight, and after a few weeks the ground is covered with rotting lemons. It is a strange sight, he said, to see such exuberance before death.

my future lover: *strokes my cheek*

Even if it would devour us, I would chew through this cage we keep our love in to make us new to each other once more.