i'm behind an impenetrable wall, don't worry (says the heart to the mind)

my fingers
found chords
that are yours
and now i'm
dizzy
and ill
floodgates pour open
undefined
yours and mine
sick trigger
wicked shiver
i don't even feel that way anymore
what is this for

blank white packet

this is a reminder
to look back
at this moment
after everything has
bloomed
and
bloomed
and
BLOOMED.
to remember
how awkwardly
my hands planted the seeds
in blind faith
how some of them
just fell through my fingers
the wind softly blowing them
here and there
how unaware
I was
of absolutely everything
how unsettling
it was to not know
why I didn't know
and go with the
flow
of  not knowing
I had never planted a garden before
nor ever wanted to
remember
that
too