If I could live in daisies and chipping paint.

If I could live in daisies and chipping paint, I would.I would wrap myself in silken petals and peek from behind timeless peeling searching the echos of children in sun-soaked meadows. Beneath me the earth whispers, above me the cornflower blue speaks promises, dotted with fluffy white hope.

I will stay here, I think.

Taren MarounComment