By Andrew Liu

This is a spoken word poem I originally wrote during the Writer’s and Artists Festival with Jamaal May.
I do not know you yet. Because it is the you that will meet the me in a garden so far away we don’t even know how we found ourselves there. Time is so fickle, but I doubt your vines would have metamorphosed, because I can already see myself. You are blue, enveloped by a grey shield, because deep down inside you will find a tiny red tinge trying to bury itself within. Because with just one touch, he will start spilling tears of blood with a never ending flow that our thin veins can’t hold. Do not mistake it for sadness, but rather a world inside you need to nurture. You nor I first planted the seed, but I pruned and watered, now you just need to give it your sunshine.

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