Blooming Into the Past

Sometimes I catch myself daydreaming about turning into a flower, rooted somewhere peaceful.
It’s funny how life feels so tangled at times, I just want to be still and absorb everything around me.
No deadlines, no worries—just sunlight and gentle breezes.
Maybe my dream is a small escape from this endless rush, an invitation to pause and breathe in simplicity.
It's absurd yet comforting to think of becoming something so delicate, so vibrant.