as it creeps into my blood and bones
like a cold cold winter,
numbing me.
existence becomes meaningless.
gravity becoming a myth
i float deeper
towards my abyss.
emptiness
numbness
frozen.
it comes and goes
it comes and goes.
and, yet
in this meaningless existence
i wait for the magnolia to bloom.
and i know
if and when the battle is lost.
this meaningless existence
will still
miss
waiting for the magnolia to bloom.
what a shame
what a shame.
📷 ma.
