Taraxacum
Even if it wasn’t, a smile that everything would be okay, no matter what. 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.