you ran your hand over a small cluster of dandelions, still white with seeds. you skimmed the top of them with your lip bit in concentration. you picked up the one in the center of the small field and stood. Walking towards me, you took my hand in yours, placed the dandelion in my hand and whispered like you were telling me a secret, "make a wish."
and i did.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
float
De Todo[finished] thoughts are whispers floating in the wind, capturing every part of our being in the way only we know [lowercase intended]
