19th May, 2025
flowers again, but these ones don’t smell like anything, just sit there in the glass vase with red hearts like they’re watching me,
pink petals loose and dreamy, purple ones like little explosions,
I almost knocked them over reaching for the kettle,
sunlight slicing across the table like a knife,
I thought about calling someone, didn’t, just sat down and stared instead,
wondering if this city grows these kinds of flowers
or if someone just imagined them and they started growing anyway
Side Note:
⟐ Bethnal Green
blue sky too blue, like someone turned the saturation up just for fun, yellow walls shouting hello, bridge ahead with “JAMAL 22” scribbled like a secret only some people understand, 10FOOT warning like it matters to me, girl with pink hair walks past, headphones in, whole world in her head probably, bins spilling thoughts, graffiti screaming TAOWT in colours that don’t apologise, everything buzzing but quiet, like the street’s holding its breath, like maybe I’m the only one who hears it—this little corner that doesn’t ask questions, just exists.
blue sky too blue, like someone turned the saturation up just for fun, yellow walls shouting hello, bridge ahead with “JAMAL 22” scribbled like a secret only some people understand, 10FOOT warning like it matters to me, girl with pink hair walks past, headphones in, whole world in her head probably, bins spilling thoughts, graffiti screaming TAOWT in colours that don’t apologise, everything buzzing but quiet, like the street’s holding its breath, like maybe I’m the only one who hears it—this little corner that doesn’t ask questions, just exists.