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Drifting Dandelions
Me
I am born out of a recalcitrant urge to break free. Break free from what, you might ask. Break free from myself, I will say. There is no tangible reason for this urge. It is just that it exists and so I come into being.
A puff of imagination and I scatter in a hundred different directions, meaningless, but with a methodic erraticism. A whiff of emotion and I tickle ever so lightly that you smile. A scent of creativity, and I soar up to the skies in blustery enthusiasm. I dissipate and I live.
A puff of imagination and I scatter in a hundred different directions, meaningless, but with a methodic erraticism. A whiff of emotion and I tickle ever so lightly that you smile. A scent of creativity, and I soar up to the skies in blustery enthusiasm. I dissipate and I live.