Wouldn't you like to be brave, so we can taste the strawberries, the corns, the orbit where you move--where I move? Wouldn't you like to trust yourself like you trust the wind that it will save you. Wouldn't I choose to notice that felicity is going to stay and veto? Wouldn't you like to hear that I enjoy spending every free minute I have underneath your sentences, your tree? Everything feels so good and beautiful. I like it so much like I wanted to watch this tree grow. And wouldn't it be nicer if I will write literally what I meant by all these?
I leave myself open, so we can meander, so it can stir me up from my unorganized heartbeat thoughts. If this isn't the greatest yet, then it is the great heist in the history of our time.
PS. I really like it. Oh I really do.♥
