I can fly.
I do it every night.
First, I close my eyes.
Then I spread my arms, hold my breath
and I try not to think about the thousand butterflies
that start to flutter in my belly.
And slowly
I levitate.
My feet leave the ground.
And
I break free.
I slowly open my eyes
and see
everything.
The patchworks in al shades of green,
the streets that run through the roaring fields like veins,
it's like a painting only I can ever see.
And as I soar above this little town,
I realise that
for the first time
I'm free.
And there's nothing
you can do
to take me down.
I flit to infinity.
So catch me if you can.
l.t.
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 7:11 AM UTC
I can fly.
I do it every night.
First, I close my eyes.
Then I spread my arms, hold my breath
and I try not to think about the thousand butterflies
that start to flutter in my belly.
And slowly
I levitate.
My feet leave the ground.
And
I break free.
I slowly open my eyes
and see
everything.
The patchworks in al shades of green,
the streets that run through the roaring fields like veins,
it's like a painting only I can ever see.
And as I soar above this little town,
I realise that
for the first time
I'm free.
And there's nothing
you can do
to take me down.
I flit to infinity.
So catch me if you can.
l.t.
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