In this garden I walk; where the birds sing, fragrant flowers blossom and gargantuan trees dance in perfect synchrony. And butterflies added to the symphony. The birds were crows and I hate crows that sing; Floral fragrances are suffocating. I then realise, to feel butterflies in my stomach, I don’t have to swallow them.

Something unreal.

When I hear the woods singing your name, When every inch of my skin craves for your mane, the world has nothing else to offer. Your eyes are my skies, your kisses are my rain, your path leads me to light; there’s wilderness in your untamed hair. I breathed you in, filled my lungs with … Continue reading Something unreal.