The Problem About Flying

What it feels like to dream... Photo by Adaae-stock.

Dreaming is like flying.

Awake,

Yet entirely removed.

Removed,

From the world at large.

My inhibitions so slight,

I forget they exist.

 

I fear nothing.

Can do anything.

Flying there,

There,

In a world of my own.

Of dreams,

And of nonsensical truths.

 

I am with beautiful souls;

A collective of dreamers.

We float high,

High,

Above trivial existence.

Fortitude pervades,

I am invincible.

 

Yet the problem remains,

About flying.

That eventually,

It cannot be helped.

I have to come back down,

Down,

To the f*****g world.

 

 

Author's Note

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