You are…

You are the loud screaming flower, which hurts the world.

You are a writer without a home, running through the forest.

You are the taste of ice cream, swirling on the Pacific ocean.

You are a strawberry dancing on my tongue.

You are the memory of my brother, walking joyfully.

You are the distance between happy and sad.

You are the impossibility of technology and nature.

You are…