Yellow Flower

There are yellow flowers in my hair and white candles in my hand.
wHy?
Staring at the tiling on the floor could make anyone dizzy, but not me. Squares undizzy the world… they undizzy me!
So I toss my hair to the left and reveal the lotus flower. No longer properly hooked in, it drops to the tiled floor. Drip. Drip. Drip. The white candle disintegrates in my hand. Melting. I blow it out so that I can freeze it in time; it works, you know? I can keep it like this forever. It can never rejuvenate; and without a flame, it will never die.
wAx.
Interesting concept and oh so… beautiful
Here are some words I like to say:

unicYcle
cauliflower
yinkeRbell
ooGey boogey
didgeridoO
asterisk

I don’t like to say them all at the same time. I just like those words. They aren’t words I hear very often, but when I do… oh boy, when I do… my face lights up with the flame of the white candles in my hand and the yellow flowers in my hair.
L
U
F
R
E
D
N
O
W
O
N
D
E
R
F
U
L
Light My Flame.
Light My Desire.
But don’t let me melt away.
D
R
I
P
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