you are much like the sun, the rain, and the wind. they amaze me in brilliance, magnificence and how they are unexpected, even to me. you know how to strip me bare, clear the strange concept of home, tune down the loud importance of minor flaws, make me want to jump. and i would jump. i would crash into reality where there’s the real dreaming of life in a different world. i would cut strings wrapped and tied so firmly, trade the groundlessness for bare feet on coarse gravel. i would grow roots in unfamiliar grounds, build stories on wasteland. i would start breathing where the air is thick and the dust clouds are wild. i would leave the otherwordly misty forest with its spinning trees in exchange for predictable earthly chaos and its blinding city lights. just promise me you will be there.
