I’d rather be

I’d rather be the gentle breeze, the kind that makes people fill their lungs and talk about how beautiful the day is
I’d rather be the hummingbird, darting from one place to another – always catching the admiration of the people who stare longingly out their windows
I’d rather be the first snow of the year, dazzling and blinding crystals left untouched by a soul
I’d rather be the sunset, bursting with vibrant and beautiful colours, creating a sense of calm in your hearts before slowly turning into night
What I’m trying to say is
I’d rather be blown away by a hurricane
than to be me, for even a second longer.

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