What would it feel like
To be swept of my feet? To be surrounded with clouds, color?
To leave this hard cold ground and to be with angles?
To fly.
To fly to the galaxies far away.
To hold a star.
Would I still feel lonely?
Would I still feel like I don't belong?
Maybe.
Am I going to sit here and just dream all this?
Oh yes, but you better believe that I'm gonna jump.
I'm gonna jump and have faith, that I will fly.
Are you coming with me?
Take my hand.
Close your eyes.
And lets free fall into the unknown.