Chapter 1
Seasons change, moments pass, and yes, all moments really do pass. It's all temporary. I wish I could play a grand piano at all times and sing a bit, echoing peace and freedom and truth and love. I wish I could just not care, and move on, like summer to the winter, like boots to sandals, like lipstick to a different shade, after eating 1000's of peaches in the sun. I wish everyday could be a day where I purchase cupcakes, and talk to wizards and dust. I wish everyday could be my birthday, a sunshine delight but I'm still on Earth navigating rejection and summer bliss intertwined like stallions. Stallions, running off, strong in the wind without a care in the world. I wish I could reach you.
