I was roaming around always looking down at all I see*
like valleys and hills and shit.
Suddenly, there was a fuck-ton of yellow flowers.
They were everywhere – by the lake, under the trees, just moving around with the wind.
There were so many yellow flowers, almost as many as the stars in the sky
(there are sooooo many of those).
But now I decided to do a little math and I think there are probably 10,000.
The water was super pretty too…but the flowers were way prettier.
Like, any poet would be super happy to hang out with these flowers.
I just kept looking at them and not even thinking about anything else like how important these fucking flowers are.
I’m a huge sedentary couch-potato so I like to lie down a lot – either to think or not even think.
Sometimes I think about those yellow flowers and I get super fucking happy.
*I sincerely hope all of you understood that allusion.
