sometimes I wish I could fly away. you know, that dreamed about dream everyone seems to dream.
and it's obvious why everyone dreams of taking flight. it's more than appealing, it's fantastical. it's a relief. because even if you get away and things turn out horribly wrong -- you still flew away. that's it, of course, it's the ability to leave the ground underneath your feet and watch it disappear the higher you go.
drugs endeavour to emulate the same effect, though it can't last, and the return to earth seems more jarring each time.
my indulgence lies in what isn't touchable, what I get to play with in my mind, what I have almost complete control over. the fantasy, the imagination, and the pure freedom of all that isn't quite real.
so then that leaves me wishing I could join my secret world full of goodness. just wishing I could slip out of this life, just for a little while. a refuge. a relief.
always always, I want to fly up and away. sad thing is, it's harder than it sounds.
