I’m buying a red geranium. Setting it in the window. I don’t know why. It’s a symbolic act but I’ve forgotten what it symbolizes now.
Like it’s a dream that maybe I had before and almost means something and I can't quite convince myself to focus against the pleasentness of letting it slip away.
I just want to look at a red geranium in my window. Stare at it.
Get lost in the red.