The struggle of striving to survive.
This piece comes out of the struggle of striving to survive wherever you find yourself, physical, emotional…whatever place in which you find yourself.
Written by my friend who is struggling to reconcile their identity with their surroundings (internal and external), after seeing these flowers growing in a place so incongruent to their true nature. It speaks to me of a “quiet resistance” we all face and then choose or fail to choose throughout our lives.
Originally posted at Going Public.