I leave this out in view for everyone (but mostly me) to take note of.
From a certain angle, with the light reflecting off it in a certain way,
you can see the blossom of an abandoned dream.
It’s wilted and shriveled, yet the vibrancy of the pedals still pricks my conscience.
And it taunts me to carry on and not leave uncultivated
the seeds of my madness.
– Chris George