I think my favorite feeling is being outside feeling wind on my face, just staring up at the sky. I love how the clouds dance and the birds tease me, Oh how my heart longs to be that free.
Maybe one day my feet will lift off the ground, I will float away and be with the clouds. Watching as everything gets smaller while my mind goes silent,
maybe then I’ll finally feel some peace.
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 8:27 PM UTC
I think my favorite feeling is being outside feeling wind on my face, just staring up at the sky. I love how the clouds dance and the birds tease me, Oh how my heart longs to be that free.
Maybe one day my feet will lift off the ground, I will float away and be with the clouds. Watching as everything gets smaller while my mind goes silent,
maybe then I’ll finally feel some peace.
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