Sometimes, I wish I could disembody and fly away into the wind. This 4-cornered world would be filled by the faintest traces of me. I would then hide between the falling waters, and snake through the shifting sands, and linger by flowers that only bloom in secret places at night.
If I could do this, would my thoughts also stop? What peace that would be...
Edit: Looking at posts below, I seemed to have had this very same thought 2 years ago. Ha...
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