A universe inside me, otherworldly, vast—trigonometry forming within me. I want to spill it out like pomegranate juice. Flowers bloom inside me. Who can hold my petals delicately so that they won’t fall and tear apart? Such people are the rarest gems, found inside the most hidden and hardest rocks.
The petal was meant to be in a sanctuary, but every now and then, undeservingly, it falls inside a carnival. Many see it and handle it carelessly. Some scorn, mock, laugh, and don’t pay any mind to it. Such people are circus watchers and enjoyers, filling their mouths with candy.
Such flowers, formed in an otherworldly universe and placed in a circus environment—meant to be watched in anticipation by spectators—cave in, dry up, and become brittle as they long for warmth from their sun and water from their gems, found in hidden, hard rocks.
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