I want my sandals free. I want. I wonder if I’ll see myself. I wont. I wonder if I’ll hear your steps behind mine. See miles of wild flowers surround the bees. Hear your voice throughout the sky.
I hear, release. You take me away with your voice. I want my sandals free. I want. I wonder if I’ll see myself. I wont. I wonder if I’ll hear your steps behind mine. You take me away. You found me. Alive.