Is the grass green

Is it true you’re doing well in the midst of your mid twenties, is life all its been cracked up to be in the success of the fruits of your labor? Are you struggling? Are you thriving? I assume the latter of the two which I hope is true. To know one of us made it out and to see you thrive if life for one of us were to succeed I’ll play my role in the failure, the villain on the dry destroyed field on my side. While I try to peek in. While I can’t I’ll use the last of the supplies that were left like a memory and read the receipts from our history. Will not lie I’m struggling through And through, wishing to be on your greener fields to thrive with you.. but I can’t. Instead I’ll listen for the echos of your joy and the love radiating through the hedge that divide us. While your grass is greener on the other side I’ll keep rooting for you to thrive. for that sadly brings me enough to keep on trying.