words,, and what i think about them

apples: sweet, crispy, trees, my childhood, long white sundresses, and the breeze.

strawberries: they have this certain aesthetic about them that i wish i could be apart of but i dont like seeds. people who like them remind me of flower fields and running away.

windows: the rain, the sun, the breeze, talking to someone from them, very big with dark colored wood and plants surrounding it. 

my brain: constantly being inconsistent, pink and squishy. i wish it wouldnt do most of the things it does. why cant i feel as deeply as other people where it counts?