Author: WhiteWitch
Sometimes I go for walks and I look at things without really sensing much. I am trapped in my thoughts and feelings.

And then there are times like today when I walk and keep on walking because it is just so beautiful. The trees, the wind, the grass, the sun and clouds. The air is fresh and cold and I feel moved to the point of crying.

I wish the neighborhood I'm walking in would turn into a forest. A deep gorgeous forest full of trees that I could talk to. I would walk barefoot if it wasn't too cold, and I would dance and feel things in my heart that my mind just don't understand. I would communicated with the sky and the wind and the birds.

Today I looked at the flowers in people's gardens and drank in their beauty. I think beauty and magic is food for my essence.
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