The non-Imaginorium Fruit Galaxy


What if all the fruit on this tree
represented galaxies?
Hmm I thought I could go
down the childlike path of wondering
and imaginings.
But my heart isn’t in it.
Why bother when all the finery is gone
and the sun hasn’t been seen for days.
They say that today is the only day you can live…
now, now, now.
Yet today doesn’t feel hopeful and my gratitude feels hollow.
It’s grey and even the liveliness of red seem diminished.
If the past has something to say it is this
Tomorrow is another day.

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