A beautiful blog, by a very lovely, and very young, woman. Yes… sometimes I want a simple dream… This is so beautiful!
Sometimes I just want to be a kid again,
pick a dandelion,
and blow their fuzzy white tops into the wind.
I want to make a wish,
lie back on the blanket of green grass
and dream about where all those little seeds might plant themselves.
But I’m not a little kid anymore,
and some of my knowledge has stolen the innocence,
that for so long,
held me in its clutches,
allowing me to…
Now, I hardly have time to blow on puffy clouds of seeds,
if I did blow them, and make a wish,
My wish would be…
As I would lie back on the grass to dream,
about where the flowers would plant themselves,
I would know that they’re really just weeds,
and that they’ll probably plant themselves,
somewhere where they’re quite unwanted,
and die from poison or…
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