I do wish I could be free as a bird… free to fly wherever I can
To ride the waves of the sea till I get tired of
To feel the waves take me high up and then be with me even on low tides
To feel the wind blowing against me
Blowing any pains or disappointments
The taste of freedom…
Pure…
Oh how I wish… pure bliss

Then if I can’t turn into a bird,
Why can’t I get a chance to be on a comfortable bus.. that travels non stop..
Sitting by the window seat… the wind against my rough skin..
And keep moving…
To nowhere.. everywhere…
Go places and leave no traces… just the smile of the light girl with rough hair in a blue dress and a green bag?
😦
Oh how I wish…

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