Hibiscus Fields

Published: May 2, 2021, 7:58 a.m.

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I cannot seem to trace back all my love for flowers, but I have these constant dreams of finding you standing in the middle of a hibiscus field, and me running to you, but I can never see your face; I just see your hands desperately covering your body, red petals growing on your barely clothed skin. I run to you but just before I reach you, you turn around and start running away. I run after you but I can never catch up, and always, every time, I fall face down over all the flowers, and crush them under the weight of my hurry to find you, and soil rises into my breath and eyes and mouth. I manage to look up and all I can see is you, your body heaving like intimacy in a hibiscus field with no end, and all of a sudden, I stop breathing. I feel a single petal fall from my tongue, and that's the moment when I wake up, always breathless from a dream I can never complete. 

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I can never make out what you are doing there, or if you're someone I know, or someone I made up in my head to give my lonely love a face. I can never understand if you're someone I used to love, or someone I never could, but it feels like you're lost, and it feels like you can't wake up or breathe either: like you once thought this was where you wanted to be, but now you're stuck underneath a disguise neither of us can uncover; you're stuck becoming something you cannot stand; I'm stuck wishing I was you. Perhaps the hibiscus field stands for life and every flower that became immortal there was a runner, like you and me. Perhaps the falling and becoming a flower is a metaphor for pain and growing. Or perhaps it all means nothing, like the conception of the universe or why we exist. 

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Every morning when I wake up to the aftermath of you, I write inside my mind \\u2014 

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\\u201cif there's a passion in love, 

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there's a passion in grief, 

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and if you are that passion, 

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am I love, or am I grief?\\u201d 

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I cannot trace back my love for flowers, but if I could, would it matter? 

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Would you stop running in hibiscus fields? 

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Would you show your face? 

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Would you let me follow you till the end? 

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Would you wake up? 

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Would you let me sleep? 

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Would you take my place and let me take yours? 

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Music: Kazukii, Regressa https://youtu.be/Ukt-smeCK00

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