I wanna live in a cute little house somewhere in the woods with someone who loves me and own a strawberry farm. Is that too much to ask

Feelings towards people have waned, though escalated for the nature. There is no dread of unreciprocated love here.the blitheness of sitting by the bosky banks, burying your feet in the ice-cold water, birds warbling in the woods, the sunbeam coruscating through the leaves is ineffable.

I contemplated at the sky,envisioned the love of my life, yearning for his warmth body against mine, leisurely caressing my skin. If only it would be possible at the moment.

Oh to be in the forest,traipsing in a flurry of air,proceeding towards the sun as it sets,the sunbeam glistering on river,the ember beginning to extinguish by the drizzle of rain.