Confessions of a Self-Proclaimed Wallflower
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I am a wallflower.
I hear more than what is said,
I see more than what is presented,
And without explicit confirmation,
I understand.
Beneath my cold and distant exterior
Lies a realm of beautiful contradictions.
A red-hot volcano boils over with
Thousands of sweet and exquisite secrets.
An ominous storm cloud deluges
Bright ideas and endless knowledge.
A violent waterfall trickles down
Tenacious hopes and dreams.
All driven by passion, these
Entities produce nourishment for a
Radiant and flourishing garden.
As I observe the world around me
With a strange hypersensitivity—
Bright colors, strong scents,
Bold tastes, clear sounds—
I subject myself to a state of sheer
Inebriation. It causes me to introspect.
When I close my eyes, the
Universe within me comes alive...
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As I emerge from my inwardness.
I hold a bushel of delicate flowers—
Flowers unlike any others
Found in the outside world.
They are the fruits of my
Heart, mind, and soul.
I must plant them.
But even the most fertile lands
On Earth would be unable to
Sustain such ethereal beauty.
And so, with my pen and my notebook,
I begin to plant my flowers,
Recreating the radiant and flourishing
Garden that lies within me.