Strawberry yoghurt with pieces of fruit that smell like wild flowers in spring.
Daisies and wild roses that live a static life of beauty and grace. I never envy flowers. I never wanted to be one. I prefer to be a motorbike or a submarine or the sun somedays, when it is winter and it has the courage to glow enough to make his presence felt.
The sun on my skin, touching the waves of my heart. Feeling the wild side, I always try to hide.
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