I want to get swallowed by the Earth, digging my toes slowly in the the wet dirt, slowly pushing it under my nails, into my skin. I want to relish the smell of it, the smell of the leaves and of the trees, of insects buzzing, of sprouts growing.
I want green to fill my eyes and the sky to answer my call.
I want a little garden to make my own, with flowers and fairies and mushrooms and herbs. I want it to be drenched in sunshine and see it grow grow grow.
I want no more of this concrete, this steel.
Just a little place to sleep, to create, to grow up. Filled with stories and the quiet length of the days. Filled with tales and secrets and whispers and peace.
I want a place where I can feel the Earth breathing.
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