Titles are for People Who Don't Have Leaves
"Grape Leaves in the Rain" I wish that I could photosynthesize . I want to feel the warmth of the sun give me strength as it hits my skin, let the nutrients in the soil soak in through my feet. I imagine that being a plant must be nice in some way, not having to do anything much at all. Simply just existing. No worrying about having to take care of yourself, or taking care of responsibilities. No stressful decision-making or unnecessarily complicated dilemmas to solve. I pace around back and forth as my stomach growls, begging me to sustain myself. I could easily prepare whatever I wish to eat, but I continue walking back and forth endlessly with no real goal. One of my favorite meals—often even a comfort food for me—is a mix of white rice, tuna, cheddar or gouda cheese, and cannellini beans. The nostalgic flavor that reminds me of home and my childhood, the warmth of it as it enters my body; it would make a perfect meal to ease my mind of its discomfort. All of the ingredi...