Paper Petals

People write about how the flowers wilts too fast, that nothing beautiful are meant to last. Yet we still cut them from the stem, trap them in a vase from the worlds avast. I heard those poems condemning mankind’s woe against nature, felt the heat and pressure and water rising until my mind drown in … Continue reading Paper Petals


The Jacaranda Rain

The purple petals cried and I fell, worshipful of the mourning and the morning to come. There is a season for everything, and I suppose this one is for growth; realization that I am but the one in the infinite, sordid bloom. The wind lifted the branches heavy with bushels of flowers, dropped some, then … Continue reading The Jacaranda Rain