When a dandelion becomes a cotton candy, it separates from everyone, separates from itself, and sets out on a journey. I don't know what's going to happen next, but I'm going up. Up. It's more unstable than ever, so tiny, but that's why it's so light. Up. I will jump forward with all my might, and when I reach the destination, I will put down roots. Downward... to make a firm "flower" bloom even if it is dented and dashed. Down. It is easy to lose oneself in the darkness. And although the effort is made in a place where no one notices, this is the most important place, so go down. Down. The roots of the dandelion grow so long that it is not unusual for them to be one meter long. Even in rough terrain, dandelions are able to soak up the little water they have. It is difficult for them to fly away. So now the roots. Longer. Time to make them stronger. It takes courage to go down, but I want to be like a strong dandelion. It is okay if it grows too far in a strange direction and gets tangled up. I am tired of seeing myself as a bad person. Anyway, I will keep on moving. Imagine the fluff of the future.
