17-04-2026
I remember when I was a kid.
I used to play in the bouncy castle made out of clouds.
Tumbling forever into every direction.
Now I’m dissecting what made those moments special.
It was the threshold of reality that I felt.
My fear started to melt when I swam with the sharks.
And the sparks created arcs in the stories that I would never forget.
Because I can still turn into a butterfly whenever I want.
Just by looking at the sky and applying my imagination,
I will exit my own atmosphere.