this morning #1265.

this morning, i salute you mister cactus. fuck all those other succulents. you’ve been chilling there on my windowsill for ten years now. minding your own business. not asking for much. stoic. i know i don’t pay you a whole lot of attention but i figured that’s the way you like things. quiet existence. no complaints. as long as i keep you alive, you’re perfectly fine spending your time gazing out the window. keeping an eye on the backyard. watching the world go by. you’ve probably seen a lot in your years. when lightning hit that oak tree back in 2015, you were the first to know. i bet it looked super f’n metal. anyway, keep up the good work. i’ll be back with more water next week.