of time, six weeks til the sun gets high.

when i was a little girl, my brother and i would spend hours outside trying to find this one berry bush. some times they were perfect. black and purple and lovely and thriving. ripe, ya know. they were ready and that's when they were best. but when they weren't ready, it was quite unpleasant. you never want to eat wild berries before they are ready. you might be ready, but they might not be. and ever though you are, if you just show them patience, in the end it will be better for the both of you. this applie to lots of things. peaches, for example. any fruit really, but peaches have my favor. the best peach is the one that is ripe and ready for you. they sit on the counter for days, taunting you with their color. their color leads you to believe that they are aboslutely ready, but biting into them you realise the opposite. think about love. chasing after love before it's ready to be found and enjoyed will only end with a tummy ache and a rotting love with a big bite taken out. or maybe thats peaches. close to the same. we are ready for so much, we are youth. we want everything in life to be right now. but lots of that everything is not ripe and ready to happen. wait. the word is agonizing, yes, but wait. loss only remains until love arrives. furthermore, peaches, like many things in life, grow to be ready in their own time. peaches are in control. they won't wait for you to eat them. when they are ripe, you take that peach and make the best of it. the same goes for love. when love is ready and around, you take that love. accept that it may not always be there, but love it deeply none the less. it's day will come, the peach the love eh ou whatayer you make of this. the day will come.