Well Madonna may not like hydrangeas but my little Nico can't get enough. She doesn't eat them (thankfully since they're bad for her tummy). She'll just bury her head in them and stay that way for a good 60 seconds. She's special like that.
My head drifts, connecting dots on the ceiling with stars. Counting hair follicles and fancy shoe collections. I sigh heavily and suck in. Holding the breath through to a new age. Expecting a change in molecules, but I'm here. Again and still and forever. Floating unfinished.
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