My fascination for March goes to Magnolia, Jesus and Huxley. The off-white presence and truth bind and entrap me. I reverbrate within the enclosures of those incestous walls, unable to free myself to be myself.They tiny amount of hours I slipped out to be myself, away from harm's way, are precious. My fascination for March are entwined with the lack of time, the constant state of worrying, and the occasional escapism to be myself.
Tender, bittersweet, nonchalant ... I resign.
Magnolia Watsoni.JPG by WibblyWibby@WikimediaCommon
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