Close your eyes.
Somewhere behind your lids, you know there is a daisy field waiting for you.
(Can you tell, the scent of the flowers from that of the humid earth? It breathes beneath your feet as you walk... where are you walking to? Do you mind killing every flower you step on? Is your destination more beautiful that the beauty you spite? Would you keep walking if every step you took drained the color from the scenery? Won't the scent run out if you keep breathing it so greedily? Doesn't the bright white sky hurt your eyes...? Remember, it was blue when you started to walk...)
In the end all you know is you're heading somewhere.















Comments
I'd like to write something like this myself.
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I only wished to become something beautiful...
Es muy bueno este Guada.
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