A faint sound I hear.
So soft and sweet.
Sweet as honey.
My thoughts drift away
and I wonder off
from the untouched and undisturbed.
What can I fly away from?
Oh. everything.
I want to grow wings and fly.
Fly form disaster, pain, embarrassment, love, and happiness.
Happiness. Yes, I know what you’re thinking.
Why Happiness?
I cannot be happy with something I'm not
or something that is unreal.
It's impossible...or is it?
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