Flights of Unconsciousness

I remember my dreams most nights. When I wake I will let my mind grasp them momentarily and then I let them slip away. I used to dream I could fly. Not high like superman but high enough. High enough to feel the air play around me, joy and wonder fill me.

Its been years since I’ve flown.

Sometimes I feel like a bird who has clipped her own wings.

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I want: Passion. Desire. To create Cosmos. I want: Expression. Depth. Meaning. I want: Joy. Laughter. Love. I want: Life. View all posts by Inner Love

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