Sixes and Sevens

Seventh year this
Okay six years and some months
It has been long
One break up in between then got back to each other
You are not much nowadays
You still possess the occasional buzz
The tingling sensation that fades in less than an hour
But the strangest thing is, it is your boredom that keeps me glued to you
Strange huh?
You are not interesting at least not to me.
We are so long into this it no longer matters who else we see on the side
The intimacy has faded into a repetitive normalcy
An uncertain sense of “really! That?”
It is actually a marvel watching you reinvent and try to please more
Loving and being loved by more
I enjoy watching you being picked up, and they get younger with every generation
Sillier with every proclamation
Wilder with every show casing
You would go out with anyone wouldn’t you?
It is a good thing you never bother with commitment
Yet seven years is a long time
Okay Six years and few months
I still love you Facebook
You bore me, but I Love You.

plant life

I wonder how plant parents deal with their teen offspring
Like how do they determine who are wrong company
Is it uncommon for plants to hang out with weeds
Moreover, do the weed dudes hit on plant chics
And when the teen plants learn to skip taking -cides
Then they harbor pests
How do they rebel against their parent plants?
Do they bend away from them
Or just stick it to them and grow taller
I wonder if parent plants ground their offspring
And threaten to take away their pollen
Or a plant jail that locks plants for hours without sunshine
I bet a plant dream is about swaying in the wind
And a nightmare is being turned into paper
Or is it?
I need to bend my branches out of this house and ask my plant parents.