Now My Feet Won't Touch the Ground. / Maintenant, mes pieds ne touchent pas le sol.

You barely think about this but, when was the last time you stopped to think? Stopped to marvel at the beauties of outside—the sky, trees, nature. Society has deemed it to be normal, the everyday routine we have like robots most of the time. When was the last time you cried? Tears of joy, or malevolence? I do believe that sometimes crying releases some tension, even you do it for no apparent reason but many think it isn't normal. At times I teleport myself out of this planet, our brain needs the rest, for a brief two minutes or minute and a half and just think and reason about life, plants, the way things are done and are meant to be. We need rest sometimes otherwise we'll wind up lost. What's your opinion?