I want to be;
So light,
that snow doesn't crack
underneath my feet anymore.So small,
that I can hide
behind branches.So fragile,
that I seem to break
with every breeze.I want to be
like a feather;
almost weightless,
almost nothing,
but still utterly beautiful.
YOU ARE READING
Wondering
PoetryThis may be burning, crashing or hurting. But these are my words. This is me.