Pink and yellow carnations

22 February 2025

For the cold days of February; I’m hoping to persuade Spring to come. I’m showing her that we don’t need her beauty–my plants can thrive with red light, I will warm myself with an oscillating heater, and flowers will bloom in my room. Come, remind us of why we should gather and give thanks to Spring with its pollen, rain, and tornado-spurring winds! Remind me! Remind me! Why should I forget the cold, is the world not cold to its core, is the galaxy not imploding-ly cold, is it not our truest form! Why should we mask the truth for 3 seasons; why pretend we are anything more than a cold-stricken rock floating among other rocks who learned to let their flame just burn out.