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.