She is a dandelion…
a beautiful chaotic whirlwind, where anything is possible.
I aimlessly stroll through the woods, the branches snapping a beautiful melody beneath my feet.
I refuse to live a life where I merely exist…Life loses value when one doesn’t persist…
Through it all, I have survived.
A tiny fragment
Perhaps the road is only rocky because it needs to be paved,
Then suddenly,
life as she knew it