Saturday, February 24, 2018

Un-Bloomed

I try everything,
And nothing.
I choose both,
And none.
By not fully being
In any place,
I watch,
Observe,
Outside,
Seeing them grow, change, build together.
I stay here,
Watching.
Safe
Solitary
Alone.
In this cocoon,
Unborn.
In this bud,
Un-bloomed.

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