Apr 2019
There is a tree by my bus stop.
I do not know when it began flowering,
only that it is.
On each branch, there are delicate flowers, dousing the street in pink and white
magnolias.
she's coming up this summer, finally.
I wish I could show her.
I wish you could see it.
I do not know when it began flowering,
only that it is.
On each branch, there are delicate flowers, dousing the street in pink and white
magnolias.
she's coming up this summer, finally.
I wish I could show her.
I wish you could see it.
Someone I used to have a thing with online, but have never met in real life, is driving up this summer. I have a girlfriend whom I love, but I fear I no longer benefit from the relationship. long distance terrifies me. I have a lot to think about, and the flowering trees I encounter seem to know this and remind me to breathe.
