I want to bloom pink,
Just like how, spring cascade in Bloomington,
creating permanence of my existence.
For, my entrée are not depended on seasons of sun anymore,
nor my white light drive it's ignition from universe.
My speed force is my heart,
It's what electrify me,
Keep me alive.
Not your love, or heart.
Because you are an infinite blackhole of toxins.
Who swallow me like the poison,
I once was.