Seems like I'm the odd one here,
fearing a beautiful thing
which lingers around the garden,
full of beautiful flowers.
Guess people can be scared
of beautiful things.
Not everyone is the same—
because if you put a bunch of people
in a room full of cockroaches,
they would search for a room
full of beautiful butterflies.
Because if there is a room
full of cockroaches,
then there might be a possibility
that the opposite of it
might exist.
Funny, though—
how I would slowly walk out
of that bunch of people,
and walk towards the cockroach room,
avoiding the beautiful bloom.
It's like not every beautiful thing
is harmless,
and not every scary thing
is ugly.
Beautiful things are terrifying
if they are what we fear,
but scary things seem harmless
if we are about to be in a room
full of beautiful things we fear.
That's when the realization
hits me hard—
every beautiful thing
can be terrifying,
if it's nearby...