My favorite dream is the one where I can fly.
I have wings made from delicate feathers that magically lift my body from the Earth.
They carry me high into the sky, and pure joy fills my veins. I've never felt that. Not awake, but when I have this dream I can taste happiness and it's the sweetest thing I've ever experienced.
I spend hours flying through the sky, diving in and out of the cloud line. The sun warms my skin and the wind tangles my hair. I can never get enough. I have to fly higher and higher.
I chase the joy, the euphoria. Even when rain surrounds me and lightning threatens to strike me down...I still keep chasing that desire. That need for more.
It's intoxicating. I feel in control when I fly, and I feel at peace when I glide. Even falling gives me a rush that reminds me I am still alive.
I'd give anything to wake up and experience it. Every time I open my eyes though I'm wingless and grounded.
I crave more, but I am left with unrelenting loneliness as I'm reminded that my dream can never become reality.
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Dreams and Nightmares
RandomTW:SA,R*PE This is something I've needed to get out for a while now. I don't expect anyone to read it, but if you do please remember you are not alone. Below is a phone number you can call if you need help. Screams shouldn't go unheard. National Se...
