Living and breathing, day in, day out

[climbingivy]

I believe I had a starving artist complex. I grew plants for a select few, knowing they'd understand the love I put into it. I've gone to great lengths (such as sitting out in the pouring rain to keep the torrent from damaging some of the more delicate species) to nurture and protect those plants.

All of that feels like a very long time ago, now that I think of it.

A work of love. I never did well in school, would you believe? My mind didn't want to focus. I could easily grasp course material and that must have been my academic downfall. It took me a long time to be able to pass the examinations that allowed me to obtain a medical degree, studying was something I had never fully applied myself to. A trial of love, I believe you'd term that.

It's no real truth to say that having the syringe in one's hand is far less frightening than trusting someone else with it. The reversal of roles frightened me.

My mind is wandering all over tonight. I think I'll leave this be until I have a better grasp on what I wish to say, exactly.

I have a favourite song, seemingly. Whenever it plays the others will say "Ivy's song." If you like and want the album, it's here. The Fray - How to Save a Life