If you could live anywhere, on this big blue planet, where would it be? Would it be near the beach, where the sound of waves could be heard in between the conversations? or It would be in the city that never stops to catch a breath? Or in the middle of the forest with nature where everything prospers and thrives with greens and fragrant flowers bent by the weight of fat bumble bees? My dream destination is away from all the habitation, it's me and the plants only. Some I grew with my own hand and some wild out of control, talking all the places they needed in the world. Making themselves known with their power and calm force. It's a place where flowers grew wild and are not limited to the pots. They climb and twirl on the window sill. Can't be stopped. They don't care for the pattern they grew in. They want you to appreciate them for the art they create in their movement. They don't stop when hacked but grow faster from that experience. ...