Two Hundredth

I dream of lazy days. Where I can wonder the streets or trek along the forests and there would be nobody but me. Where I can walk alone and there is no one else to please but me. Somewhere where I don't judge and get judge. Somewhere where I can be myself. Somewhere where I can dream. A place where fantasy and reality merge.

I dream to be in a place where the weather is cool and the air crisp. Where rays from the sun peek through the cloud filled sky. A place with dew stained plants and a light layer of mist hover ever so delicately above the soil. Where a light spritz of rain fall gracefully against my skin.

I want to be alone. In a nook or cranny. A place to dream again.


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