What if my dreams fall off in the morning? Passersby may ponder a bit, assuming I may bear new blossoms the next morning. Well wishers may take some and make pickles, to know how rancid dreams taste. Others may witness and some may start lamenting. And I wait in the balcony, inhaling their scent, exhaling nothing. A #temporarypost . I didn't want to forget their scent, perhaps remembering it to know how to bloom the next morning. #bloom #yqbaba
