On one grand celebration night, my grandfather offered me a plant.
Cold event room, people I don't have idea on, people I sit with that I can't be intimate with, and speaker who speaks disgrace that everyone laugh on.
The celebration ends as souvenirs are given. A plant.
Curious me thinks it's a blessing, a money tree in the making? Plants that wishes miracles and desires? Plants that embody growth? Plants that take time? Or plants that will only rot and be a burden?
Buried unconsciousness and blank stares.
'I will tell you what my intentions are as I offer you this plant.'
As I travel to my house, scenarios on my sight.
Frozen on microscope, heart as tight stems, roots that are lifeless.
Tensioned head.
Different energy runs through as I enter my house.
I put the plant where it can grow.
I slept and tomorrow goes on.
'I will tell you what my intentions are as this plants grows.'
-spicybcyi
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Secluded to the Messages
De TodoA collection of poetry and prose. Secluded to the messages is where it puts one in a place meant to meet and where one gets messaged in its vague manner like the fast paced frequency of a tiny place and a crowd's annoying noise. Date finished: April...
