segment by segments of seeds dispersing. into an earth to be found her.

from land to sea, the skies breeze,

to all that can possibly be.

if only a wonder, of what to become her, to fly and fly free.



Even if it wasn’t, a smile that no matter what, everything would be okay. Dispersing. Dandelion florets… puffballs, or so they are called, seeds seeking a chance to bloom. To live in the present, leave reminiscent pasts, and release foreseeable futures. Following the heart, and so forgetting. But at times remembering, glimpses of what was previously seen. The recognition of a life once lived, a thousand lives lived and a thousand more. In the search to find once more.