grow, please?

And you are just going to leave them like this. Heavily compacted, badly weathered and disturbed. They can't grow and I don't think they will be growing any time soon. The rain is just going to continue washing away the soil and people are just going to continue walking on it. How many even cast a glance?

It's like hoping things will turn out well and sort themselves out with time. But you know they don't and they won't. It will just get worse. And it's worse when the soil is wet. You can't just plant in false hope because it will all just be a facade. They won't be thriving anytime soon. These hopes are dying. Or they can grow, but they won't be deeply rooted. Just too disturbed.

Those words. You knew that was it. Too different. Those plants cannot grow in that kind of environment. It takes two hands to clap. That will be the last glimpse.

And them, they do not need your sympathy. When you have never gotten something before, you will not be burdened by it or yearned for it. Because you have never have it. You won't know how it feels like. When you don't have something, you can't lose it.


I wish you well. Take care, please.