Ocean of Thoughts

She Flew

She had two days left.

To be herself. Before death came over her. And all she wanted to do was fly. So she did. On that cold winter night. In a small hospital gown that was tight. She opened up the window on that foggy night. On the 23 rd floor she took flight. Over the cars. Into the night. Blinded by all the lights. She flew and flew with all her might. Out onto the dark blue sky.

I know what you're thinking. She's crazy as can be. But would be crazy for me to says it's a dream. A dream she had. On a sunny day. A dream in the middle of May. She died in bed. Resting her head. But her thoughts grew wild. And so she flew. Flew to be happy. Flew to have joy. Flew to be without any noise.