Some dreams are impossible.
I want to fly. Not fly as in sitting in an airplane. Not fall by parachuting or bungee jumping. I want wings that will hold me up and let me soar through the clouds. I want to ride alongside the winds blowing around the trees.
I want to touch the sky, and never once let the earth hold me.
Perhaps if I could, I'd leave this world. Wind would whisper goodbyes as I sailed upon a sea more vast than any body of water.
The light from a thousand stars that have already past me by on Earth would finally be seen during their real lifespan.
And I'd swim through this blackness that isn't, for it is only nature, and nobody need fear that if they can instead find harmony.
Planets would sail past and become my autumn leaves. Rivers of floating earth my skipping stones before moving on.
Endless night, infinite possibilities, all to be experienced with the joy of flight.
Some dreams are impossible...
...but that doesn't mean I can't still dream them.
