These days I am a lost dandelion; the wind comes and takes me wherever it wants; sometimes I fly over a beautiful plain, and sometimes I am over trash and darkness.
Sometimes I think I belong to that place, but after a while, that amount of sadness and darkness comes, and I find out it is time to go. Every time the wind comes and takes my hand, I miss some part of myself, and then I fly. The more I get rid of them, the more I feel empty.
This week the wind has taken me to the adult world, full of stress and running without getting, full of fear and full of responsibility, full of blame and full of regret.
But I want to dance among the wind and then fly to the place with unicorns and hope.
