Store a planet in your body? That’s insane, why not two? The planet that shines, the planet that feels, that planet that you are in love with. To find a habitable planet is daunting. You must check on the core. Water is not essential, water is the planet itself. Water can sing, water sings like a bird. It brings you residence, it brings you peace. You love it, you suffer from it, you turn it into literature. You planet ain’t real, you planet is just a bunch of atoms. Atoms are real, atoms can heal. You never like any planet, you just want to possess it. Why not just destroy it, turn it into atoms and it sticks forever and ever like coronavirus. There’s a fire starting in your planet, reaching a fever pitch and it's taking me into dark.
Store a planet in a lollipop, that sounds fairly reasonable. You sell it, I buy it. A lollipop with a soul, just like a teapot with sakura. You never know how to paint a great piece until they put themselves together. A planet is not essential, but you want it so bad. You are sick, planets are everywhere, figuratively. Planets are stupid. Gods use this complex thing to do a simple task just for showing off. Nothing stops us from doing stupid things, so why not? Take care of your lollipop. Pour everything on the top. Give me that freaking lollipop.
