Fly.

I've always wanted to fly.
To be free as the birds in the sky.
To be able to go anywhere and anytime, light as a feather, without the worry of the future or responsibilities.
I've always wanted to let myself fall into the white, puffy clouds or into the dark hands of the night.
I've wanted to see the endless lights of the city from a birds view. I've wanted to feel the breeze on my cheeks, the wind in my hair.
I still do. But don't know how. Or when. Or ever.

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