My lungs know more about me than I do.
But it hardly matters, as long as your eyes see it for what it is, whatever it is
But I do not know how to swim
In which there is both sun and rain
Because there are moments when you realize that something is beautiful but also untouchable and it burns your eyes
Seems like a good day for a walk in some secluded grassland nobody knows of
I don’t even remember what happened today. I’m probably just tired.