November 21, 2024

I just want to close my eyes tenderly, and lay on a meadow with flowers I cannot name. Let my skin tastes dirts. I want to hear the wind in the air and a river hidden in the woods. Once in a little while, I would dive in the river until I learn to breathe underwater. Some days, I would run with the wind. Often, I would sway with the flowers while few flowers crumble beneath my feet. On those days, I will carry my smile like I own it. Like I donot have to sell it.