Just Peachy



You can be the ripest and juiciest peach, but there is always going to be somebody that doesn’t like peaches.

And it doesn’t fall far from the tree either.

As cliché as that saying is, it’s true.

We all are a little messed up from that fall too.

The dents and scars.

The soft spots and and bruises.

Perfectly imperfect yet all misplaced and misconstrued.

Some of us fuzzy.

Some of us a little discolored.

Some of us too soft and others too hard.

Some of us may even turn into blossoms.

Misshapen and each peach a little different we often forget we can’t judge by appearance.

Because once you finally get a taste of that peach… You never know.

You might like it.

Don’t be afraid to savor that taste or to spit it out.

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