Dreams Of One Day Flying Out Of My Bedroom

June 18, 2010
By Babie PLATINUM, Modesto, California
Babie PLATINUM, Modesto, California
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Favorite Quote:
"I Hate Kid's I have to many realitives.....ahhhhh!"

Flying Away

I have always had a dream that I could fly away.

Swooping, soaring, whirling, twirling.

Warm gusts of wind circulating through my powerful wings. The air stroking my sleek feathers like silken fingers on a cheek.

My heart beating quickly from the exhilaration of being airborne.

Pure bliss threatening to overwhelm me in my joy.

Swirling through the rouge drafts, floating into the transparent clouds.

Plummeting, bulleting, dropping, cascading.

I am one with the heavenly skies.

A simple organism in a complex web of existence.

The sky is my only reason for breathing in the oxygen that keeps me alive.

With out it I would be like any other creature of the vast Earth.

Torpedoing through the aquamarine ocean of the upper atmosphere.

I can be whatever I want in my dreams.

The sky is my enormous jewel in which nothing could compare.

I fly for the same reason I breathe.

If I didn't then I would die a painful death.

Flying means more to me then the Earth itself does.

Shards of pain erupt from my wings.

I have been enjoying myself for far to long.

Even a birds wings may eventually cease to bear the chill of night.

Spying a tree in the near distance with my keen eyesight is not hard.

Resting on a sturdy tree branch I reflect on why I want to be a bird.

They die sooner then most humans.

They cannot carry as much pain as a human can.

They are not as strong as some humans, so they cannot escape from simple traps.

Why would I rather be a bird then a measly human?

They have freedom to do what they want to do.

They are not limited by the choices of human society.

They also are free from the accusations of others.

They can fly away from their problems without the hindrance of others.

To be a bird is like living by your own rules and choices.

You can worry about you're own life.

Death is not a big thing to a bird.

Being a bird is my choice and I will honor that choice.

I will never complain about being the most graceful of all beasts.

I am a prince in the skies and nothing complains.

I can be who I want to and do what I want to.

I am an exact replica of my ancestors

A sound in the background buzzes into my ears.

A warm wet nose presses up against my cheek.

My eyes slowly open up to a streak of sunlight.

A kitten brushes his nose against me again.

I jump onto the floor with my normal legs and walk to the door.

I open the door with my normal hands and arms.

Color floods into my eyes, no more black and white limitations.

Sunlight warms my shoulder blades that no longer bear wings.

Dreams are places where anything can happen.

Dreams are places where my imagination can be a reality.

Anything can happen in my dreams.

I can be a human or a bird.

Or I can be an eagle, a prince of the skies.

I have always had a dream that I could fly away.

With the wings of an eagle I could fly.

With the wings of an eagle I could be free.

Although I know I will never be able to spread my wings from a tree.

The author's comments:
The boy in this story dreams of one day flying. Although he dreams in his room on his bed.

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This article has 2 comments.

on Oct. 30 2011 at 9:32 pm
shinegirl24 BRONZE, Grand Rapids, Michigan
3 articles 0 photos 49 comments

Favorite Quote:
"All, everything I understand, I understand only because I love." Leo Tolstoy

I think this is gorgeous... I love the repititon and I especially like the line "I fly for the same reason I breathe." Awesome job!

Babie PLATINUM said...
on Jun. 21 2010 at 2:13 am
Babie PLATINUM, Modesto, California
30 articles 0 photos 58 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I Hate Kid's I have to many realitives.....ahhhhh!"

Comment if you would please. I would love to know if I made any mistakes. >_<

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