What is it like to be free. Truly free, such as I could never be.
I often think of what could be, what it would be like to be someone else. Someone so unlike me. I want to run wild. I want to feel the air, to fly to the magical places I can only see in my dreams.
I truly want to be someone else.
Someone else that could never turn out like me.
Playing and hiding from imagined things. I wish this more then anything. To say words my tongue can’t shape now. To see sights my eyes are to blind to believe.