floral freedom the reassuring sound of my feet pounding across the field enlightens and frees me. the field is majestic, yet somehow dreamy at the same time. the grass isnt fully green, but a mixture of a goldenish-beige and a light sage. blooming and white, fluffy dandelions dot the ground, the yellows and whites completing the painting. bees buzz in every direction, and i'm careful to avoid getting stung. my creamy floral dress sways around me as i run and twirl and laugh. the colors of the blinding sun, the baby blue sky, and the beautiful field swirl around me, and i am free. ©@christals might write more lol
