. . .
A leaf, a plastic bag, a dandelion seed.
I get stuck a lot of ways, emotionally, financially, mentally. It would be so much easier if I could change and move away from these duldrums I always find myself in. Float away from all this sadness.
A leaf, a plastic bag, a dandelion seed.
All these need is a gust of wind to take them away.
A simple breeze to release them from their stale and stagnant moments.
A simple breeze,
I need a tornado or a hurricane.