The ever-spinning dreams, raging, of a pot plant. Life is a Story - story.one

Hello, and welcome to my kingdom! (It is a very weird one, I give you that and I am warning you beforehand - so you can always go ahead and change your mind about indulging in mine (and I pathetically call it The Cakedomekingdom - my desperate strive to protect what I love under a metaphorical cake dome). I am Amaryllis and for some unknown reason I am riddled with fear. I cannot pin it down anymore to why and when exactly this had started, but from what I do remember, and from what I have been told, I have already been very anxious since ever.Basically, that is why I am referring to my way of existing as to the one of a pot plant, I am like a flower that has been always cared for, and has been always watered and fostered and yet does not know how to bloom on its own. I tried to depict my feelings in this poetry anthology

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I write poetry about my fears and anxiety and sadness and this is my first anthology called The ever-spinning dreams, raging, of a pot plant :)