I don't know. I linger proficiently such as dandelion 's seeds worship the skies and move through its airspace until it falls back into the soil. Though the soil nourishes as a mother she, the dandelion, still misses the sky it once roamed so it will send out its children far up high and watch the cycle repeat again and again. I've lived a thousand lives with people i cherished but only left a part of me to few so somedays when the weather gets colder and sky get blue i think about the parts of me and i think about you as to me humans, animals, things and Ai do not differ as i humanise and empathise with everything and they all got a part of me. Even you. So as a dandelion i once again Sprout my seeds to horizon And flicker through environments again and again Till i find home in every one of them
This poem is the one i was proud of for some time. It was written in a feeling on how every little piece of me is carried in every person i've met. They are so little and i can hardly notice but sometimes it shines through.