I want my sandals free. I want.

I wonder if I’ll see myself. I wont.

I wonder if I’ll hear your steps behind mine.

See miles of wild flowers surround the bees.

Hear your voice throughout the sky.

I hear, release.

You take me away with your voice.

I want my sandals free. I want.

I wonder if I’ll see myself. I wont.

I wonder if I’ll hear your steps behind mine.

You take me away.

You found me.

Alive.