10 June 2012
Up high in the sky I soar like an eagle. Up above the clouds without a care in the world. Here I am free my own kind of person. With no one to point out what I've done wrong.
Alone I am now with the wind in my face. Through the clouds I drift the colorful puffy wonders. I let my thoughts wonder for here they're no longer mine. Where no one can touch me or try to control me.
On the ground I'm afraid of what people do. Above the earth nothing can harm me or try to hurt me in any way.
I don't need anyone to guide me along. People don't seem to notice my absence from the world. I'm quiet and boaring the kind of person no one cares about. Smart and unusual the sneekiest of all.
Up high in the sky I soar like an eagle. Up above the clouds now flying freely.
Flying • Opuss № I