this is actually just about something stupid

heavy with words, i set out among your withered barley
and prodded until the miserable earth sprouted its paltry stem.
though credulous, worthless and petty, it felt alive through my fingers
folding through each knuckle, durable and emerald, its short span granted slower seconds of my decay.
between my thumb and my forefinger it beat youth, and my hands were green, and for a second i thought i was quite entirely content.

// greatest movie. Beautiful Song.