I want to pull out the clouds from under my bed, throw them against my ceiling and let them cry over my head.
Sometimes I want to dig into my dresser drawers, pull out a handful of stars and scatter them across my floor.
Sometimes I want to set up a tent in the grass, and lay outside it in the way of where the lightening bugs pass.
Sometimes I want to lay in the tub while it rains.
Sometimes I want to eat ice cream when it snows.
Sometimes I want to smile when I'm happy.
Sometimes I want to forget the world when the world wants to forget me.
And everything is perfect.
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