JOURNAL ENTRY #7

Tuesday, 13th March

12:15 A.M

I saw a daisy today.

It merely bloomed between the cracks of the pavement.

People trampled over it. The scorching sun shone.

It didn't wither. It stayed rooted there.

The rains didn't absorb. The winds grew stronger.

But it stayed. It never withered.

I can feel myself again. A little bit.

A tiny piece, just a tiny piece.

Juniper.