the grass just got a shade greener on the other side. winter in this summer and i know not why. and most importantly, where will my summer be?
this tree has prospered amidst an uncertain backdrop, yet i feel no attraction to the flora. will i be like a mistletoe, a parasite of other trees, or an epiphyte, latching on to reach greater heights? will i be like an angsana seed, gone with the wind, to distant shores to take root, or like a mangrove seed, germinating and growing within the safety of the branches, only to plunge within close range of the parent?
or the third option for an uncertain mind: to be a boomerang.
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