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I sit in my backyard thinking about the same thing day after day

I am visualizing the golden apple that is growing in the yard next door

this apple is the most important thing in my life,

it is the most perfect thing ever produced.

I sat as the bud opened and released bliss to all who can breathe

I watched as the flower fell and the fruit began to form

I now stare at the one true thing in my life and I am scared

I am scared to pick it because I don't know if the fruit will be rotten

I am scared that the taste won't live up to my expectations after the fabulous scent

I am scared to sever the link that this perfect apple has with life just for my own satisfaction

I refuse to be the one who destroys this perfect thing so now I sit and watch

I watch as the fruit is plucked by someone else who knows nothing of its value

But was just looking for a quick bite to satiate their hunger

I sit and think that I had been the one, if only because I could truly appreciate it

But I am too scared to make even the simplest of committments

By: Morgan O'Connor