I dream of skydiving. Of letting loose. Or giving up control.
I want to be up there.
To feel the clouds. To feel the danger, the Risk.
Blue and white and all shades between blue and white.
I love them all and have been studying them for very long.
I want to jump.
I want to fly.
It will make me free.
I look up and I desire to be there, the clouds.
That is where I belong.
Not grounded.
The clouds reflect myself.
I'm always changing.
I see me.
Reflected.
I want to embrace myself.
Hello sky.
Take me with you.
Take me up.
I am weightless.
And maybe Gone.
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