29 April 2012
I reach out and pluck the last dandelion. I close my eyes for the last time, causing more tears to leak over an down my cheeks. As I bring the fluffy flower to my my face the images burn bitter cold in my minds eye. I inhale, then blow the fuzzy seeds. I open my eyes to find my heart and wish floating away on the white, skeleton like, umbrella. I feel empty as ever as the naked stem falls amongst the others. Forming it's own tomb over your death letter.
Wishes • Opuss № I