Sometimes I wonder how it feels like to live life in the most bare form. Waking up to the chirping of birds. Heading to a spring to quench the morning thirst and take a quick shower. Climbing lichi tree and savoring the fruit without guilt or doubt. Spotting the threat from a wild animal and saving self. Going to sleep on sand, under a moonlit sky.
It would be a life with few memories, as moments would be lived right when they take form.
It would be a life with few memories, as moments would be lived right when they take form.
