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Nov 2021
Without realizing it
I lay down
And take a deep breath
I feel the coldness of the grass on my arms and legs
They ***** a little on the sides of my thighs
My fingertips touch the dirt that produced the grass which my very body lays on
My eyes are closed so that I won’t be overwhelmed by the suns rays

And I feel invincible
In a way that I can walk around with the biggest smile on my face
And it is because I am simply in a state of happiness
I smile a little as my body sets into the ground
Feeling the soft touch of the dandelions on my ankles
And with that, I am placed back into an image of when I would blow off the seeds of the dandelions and make a wish
Hoping that it would soon become true
But now,
Now I don’t even remember my wishes
Not from the dandelions,
Or the birthday candles,

And you know,
It’s quite curious,
how when we make wishes
We close our eyes and hope they come true
But later on
I kid you not
You will forget about them too.
Written by
MyCrumbledCookie
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