

Magnolia1 My books are strewn across your bedroom floor when youre trying to work. The creases of your brow tell me to act my age, but I was never good at mathematics. I sit cross-legged at the foot of your bed with the heavy satin doona wrapped around me, scouring Encyclopaedia Britannica for the answer to the riddle in my dreams. Spring sits next to me, flicking her tail menacingly and pawing at the pages as they turn. SMagnolia
Spring
spriNG n. 1. the season after winter and before summer, in which vegetation begins to appear, in the northern hemisphere from March to May an


BrailleThe moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary. Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. How I would like to believe in tenderness - Sylvia Plath, The Moon and the Yew TreeBraille
The numbness is catching. I have been walking in a cold shadow all day. And now, seated next to my mother, I do not feel a change. The Homes fluorescent lights emit no warmth, and if they did the anaesthetised patients would absorb none of it. She looks at me with tenderness, because she has forgotten who we are.
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By the way, your username reminds me of the song "Drops of Jupiter" by Train. This one particular line comes to mind instantly. Haha, anyway...thanks.
P.S. Sorry for my late reply
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