I daydream. Of watching clouds move. Of sitting on vast endless greens. Of touching spirits that would vanish. Of softly touching a prickly thorn. Of not knowing the next chapter. Of singing in my sleep. Of sighting yellow bees. Of my mom’s comforting words. Of unknown roads and curves. Of a million pictures captured. Of not caring. Of splashing sea water on my face. Of flying away, out of my mindspace.