I am the pumpkin? I look towards the ground as I roll along... I am too large to move. The pumpkin is a terrible tragedy that blends many cultures of fruit, pumpkin, and squash. The pumpkin has the face of your greatest loss but also your greatest love. The stare of the the pumpkin is one many look forward to though many fear. An idea in motion, the the pumpkin asks for approval and denial. The choice of the pumpkin calls towards the future as a pen for the past. The pumpkin loves you unconditionally.