It’s funny how the flowers always try to bite my feet. I mean, it just makes me want to step on them because they are so rude. But I can’t make myself step on them, they are so beautiful. The crows usually frown upon me and call me a wimp. They are the wimps though. They are always fleeing from the trees when they get mad. Trees look quite peaceful though, don’t they? They actually have a bad temper, but they keep their anger inside themselves. Sometimes they snap though. Literally. And the crows are good at doing that. I should just stay inside instead, it’s safer in there anyway. The sun doesn’t try to eat your skin and there is no wind to numb your brain. I wonder if the wind tries to numb my brain because its jealous that it doesn't have one? Or maybe it does have a brain. I don’t know. It’s invisible. I haven’t even seen how it looks like. The wind probably looks like death. Especially the cold wind. Which is the wind that tries to get you. The warm wind is nice. Sometimes. It’s not very nice when it flings sand in your eyes though. I should stay away from the beach then. But it’s kind of hard since the seagulls always make me such good food.