Dear Diary,

I have this dreamy scenario in my mind where I'm laying down in the middle of a sunflower field. When I close my eyes, I can almost feel the wind. And there's an old house made with stones and it's quite small. It's super small. It blends so well with the environment that you certainly wouldn't notice at first glance.

And I never imagined a body for myself. I think about this scenario all the time. But I never imagine a body.

I wish I could be just like the wind. No body. Nothing. Just floating around.

Ah, I did draw the aliens today. They look cute and funny, I think they'd be the cool dudes at the party. But they seem lovely as well! Maybe they'd bake you cookies and tell you stories about their alien grandparents or something.

Whenever I stop and daydream, it's the only time I know peace. So I'll keep trying my best for now and hoping that I'll have lots of cookies with my cool alien guys in the next life, if there's any.

Yntkts's Dear Diary