i opened up my door today and stopped to look at my lawn.
all of my flowers were dead.
the grass was a lovely shade of brown.
how could i be shocked?
i spent all year watering the gardens of others.
some appreciated it.
others slammed the door in my face after all the hard work.
how could i be mad that my own looked the way it did?
that was my fault.
i didn’t tend to what was really important.
my “2015” was all about chasing pavements.
ones that didn’t lead to anything really.
i had fun.
i would be a liar if i said that i didn’t.
 now its time to be a bit more selfish with my water hose.