Like a birthright to steer towards the sun.
But should I have realized how weighted my heart is. In front of it, that simple and beautiful being almost turns into an unbearable lightness. I look over, no, ashore now, and fathom how the leaves might be trembled a little by a soul mired in anguish.
I dare not. I wish not. Let serenity reigns over the pristine mind, only to be overwhelmed by art.
Longing, silent and resigned.
