These days, I feel like a dandelion just before going nova. The seeds that make up my universe trembles, yet I am a master of survival. I can take root in places that seem unlikely. I can travel the world with one breath and be carried away by the wind. I am airborne, riding an invisible sail. My troubles try to decimate me, not for spite, but lack of knowledge and wisdom. I continue to heal and nourish those I encounter. I euphorically wonder the world, groundless, not knowing where I will go or where I will land. The next time I'm seen, I iwll be picked delicately, most likely a child, and be wished upon. I will once again float beyond the bluest seas, across the greenest meadows, and make home where the light breeze carries me. I allow the sun to replenish my soul just so the breeze can take me to a new unfamiliar place.
