I want to be intoxicated by the darkened ether of midnight, running through my fingers as sparkling stardust. I crave the taste of the ocean’s salty tears, as her temperamental tides crash and break against the rocks. I yearn for the sweet scent of sun on my skin and earthy musk of dirt giving way under my bare feet. I want to lay naked in golden fields, as I gaze up at an endless sky, dreaming my dreams, as Mother Nature’s love washes over me like spiritual sunshine. By Jaeda DeWalt
