A vibrant yellow dandelion blooms between gray and brown paving stones, surrounded by green serrated leaves. It brings a touch of nature to the concrete.

It does not leave entirely; it can be triggered again at any moment, by the right sequence of whispers, admixtures of fatigue, overcommitment or simply the scent of life. A turbulent system of conflicting impulses, each cycle of longing and repression incrementally eroding what little stability the construction of a self possesses…

© KD.W.Heim


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