Sometimes I want to feel the fresh air and the greens that I see in my mind.
When the water feels feels icy and my body quivers with intense crisp shock.
Sometimes I want to breath in the moist air, over their, I want to touch the flower that reflects the sun.
Sometimes, only sometimes, sometimes wen I dream – quietly while I am a wake, when all things have gone their ways and I stay behind.
Somtimes.