Sunday, April 3, 2022

i wait for the magnolia to bloom

 

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.

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