As much as I want to narrate you a story,
about how this glow that I bumped into:
I feel that I could not swim as freely as I could,
as it is something I yearn to treasure and protect it from within.
It is almost like the blurring of imagination, boundaries, reality...and beauty.
sometimes, it reminded me how much of a fool I can be.
Perhaps it is ought to be, rather than too good to be true,
which explains my position here, standing on the midst of a garden,
with the flowers that i adore.
I wish that I could savour this, longer.
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