Oh how it floats through the soft winds of the meadow.
How it dances through flawlessly.
Graceful as it lands.
How it dances in freedom as it twirls above all.
Will I ever feel the same in this world?
YOU ARE READING
Mindlessly Aiming
RandomA description for a book that will most probably be never published to the public but it did 🤷. A book all about the little thoughts that occur in one's human mind and decided to store it. Not like I'll be writing more chapters often, either way.
