to my delicate little flower, still struggling to survive.

[Second Eye]

you're the kind of person you see in the movies. small and fragile,
saying hi to everyone person that walks by your booth at TGI Fridays.
Waving smoke out of your face with a polite cough and saying "icky."
when it gets too close to your nasal passages.

you make people sick in print, but they couldn't help but smile in
real life,.. only you're not so good at real life most of the time, so
sometimes you don't try.

you're not a part of the universe, you are the universe, and everyone
else is hitching a ride periodically on your passing pope-mobile
bubble. Some clumsy oafs are slamming both hands on the glass
screaming and begging for you not to pass them by without a blessing..
but once in a while, you catch a gentle person shyly smiling at you as
pass by.. perfectly content to just watch you fade into the stars.

you're an asexual being with the celestial grace of a stellar Jackie
O'Nassis. You're perfectly imperfect. Every fault you have provides
strength and power to all around you.

You tip-toe on pools of precision, serenading the morning mist with
whisps of hollow breath. its cold but your only constant companion is
the sun, moon, and the stars.