My father always said that dandelions dreamed of settling underground to bloom. But somehow I always knew this couldn't be true. Maybe dandelion seeds want to keep traveling in a dance so free floating forever in the air. My mother and I saw a dolphin lying dead on the shore when I was young. She said "Poor thing He was killed cause he left his flock". But my heart whispered that nothing can be wrong with exploring all alone. What is it worth to live in this pitiful world? Where is the savor who will take me somewhere somehow so far from here... My friends from childhood used to put on costumes with me and laugh without a care. Now they wear their uniforms with pride while I feel empty inside like something could be lost forever. I want to find a path that leads into the open wild and follow it with the mind of a fearless child.