A flower growing in such an intolerable place to grow, like through the cracks of the concrete.
She was a walking contradiction. Everything about her cancelled out another attribute. She was kind, a positive sweetheart with such a natural ability to bring light into a room, but she was dark, so dark that you would get lost in the pools of her eyes, and find yourself trapped in a depth deeper than the ocean. She gracefully floated like the image of freedom, but she was trapped, a slave to her own mind that could never escape. She was law and order, just as much as she was chaos and calamity. No scientific explanation or mathematical equation could ever properly explain who she was, other than simply being her. No word could accurately describe her entire being, just words identifying portions of her. She was constantly at war with herself. Multiple identities possessing one body, never to find a label. But, that was okay. Why label such a disturbance to the natural order, other than naming it unique.
How refreshing it is to find someone so complex, but simple. So easy to please, and hard to figure out. Everything was mysterious but open at the same time that simply describing her was taken into full loops and 360 degree spins, until you lose track of your initial explanation. A woman you could truly lose yourself in, with a connection and interest in everything, and an answer and counter arguments for anything. How can someone look so innocent and rebellious. How is it that simple changes to hair styles, and small additions of makeup can reshape the face, and create a new person like a shape-shifter. How could you break the heart of someone so unlike anyone else, yet decide to come back because you realize an addiction you find in someone so out-of-the-ordinary. No one compares, and nothing ever will. And that is a fact she has branded in her mind.
So before you try to pluck this new breed of flower, decide for yourself if you are ready for all you'll be receiving. For something that contradicting, something that different, something so unique will be hard to let go; and once you are grasped within her clutches, she'll be reluctant to let you out as well. Try to do us all a favor next time, and admire the flower, but leave her alone.
"who knew from the concrete that a flower would grow"
-Drake