Yesterday night i had a dream.. i saw myself trying to fly... wishing to leave the ground and fly away high.
But all i could do was run a bit and give a futile hop, flutter a bit and land back on the hard ground.
Then i thought... how long it had been since i actually ran? Felt the ground or fresh, dewy green grass under my feet? Felt the scented air on my face, my hair flying away in all directions??
It has been too long... so long that i've forgotten when was the last time or what i felt then... But yesterday i felt it again in my dream... even though i couldn't fly, the run was worth a try... so i ran & ran, under the blue sky... I ran till the very end of earth, till there was no ground under my feet and i was actually flying; surrounded by blue; the blue sky over my head and the blue sea underneath.
I could see the snowy birds (birds?? or were they clouds??) flying with me, and then they watched while i went down. Down & down i went... farther away from the sky, and towards the sea that beakoned. deep and mysterious. And down i went, pulled by a mysterious force... till i was swollowed whole by the gaping water monster. And there i lay... floating and watching the sky... which was mine for an instant but will never be mine again...
