Zea Mays L.

I drive by a mature cornfield a few times a week. While most of the corn is green, lush and tall, there are several areas - some along the margins and some even deep within the field that are extremely sparse or even barren.

I always wonder why....and always have since I was very young.



Sure, there are searchable scientific explanations but inexplicably I prefer not to know the answer and simply choose to remain naive.

Sometimes, things* hurt people I love and sometimes it hurts knowing why...in my futile avoidance and never-ending endeavor to remain a child.


* or me