sometimes I wish I could go back to a few moments,

not to change anything,

just to feel that way again.

there’s something about the first time

you stand in a field of wildflowers,

heart open,

mind drifting.

there’s something about feeling insignificant

in a world so vast.

there’s something about grasping

beauty by the stems

and screaming

I’m growing, I’m growing, I’m growing.

I’m growing, too.