There is many things that most overlook or see in a different light. Take, for instance, a bunny, a fence and the wind.
Some people see rabbits as a pet, a wild animal, perhaps a pest to crops. I, however, see them as ground-based animals. They hop and hop. Like me, I do not have wings. I forever jump and skip and hop to see if I can fly, but to no avail. I am afraid to be just like them; hopping for all eternity.
A fence to you is not a fence to me. Whilst it might keep out or keep in people, to me it is cruel mockery of my groundedness. I cannot fly above it.
And last but not least, the wind. It can either be an enemy or a friend. Never neither or both. Ever felt wind turbulence? Have the wind fighting against you? That's when it's an enemy. Ever had the wind boost your speed in the air? Or have it give you electricity? It is then a friend.
The first time I tasted that great blue, my eyes have always been skyward. But how come you rarely fly? How do you not notice the non monster birds fly and tweet and nest? How do you not feel the urge to spread your wings and fly every time you feel the breeze?
Fate bit me in the ass by giving you wings.
But how come you rarely use the gift fate gave you?
Frantic scribbling littered the paper. Nightmare wasn't proud of his handwriting but decided not to be critical about it. He wanted- no, NEEDED to send this letter to Dream.
Oh, if he knew he had wrote a letter that'll never be sent.
