Right now, I want nothing more than to escape. To run away. To ride across the Atlantic Ocean on a boat, or fly through the air in a balloon or a bubble. To escape death, pain, and all the agony that goes along with it. I want to run away to a place where no one fights. A place where nothing dies. A place where ideas can flourish and grow into fields of lilies and orchids. Where I could climb a tall, tall tree without getting scratched, or dive into the ocean and watch the fish without having to come up for air. Where I could run as fast as I can but not get tired. Where I could love and appreciate everything without hatred getting mixed in my soul. Where feelings are clear and nothing muddles my brain.
Everything happens for a reason. They are gone now, but maybe I'll see them again one day. In heaven. Where all my dreams come true. Kind of like a fairy tale but without any evil step mother.
I want to have a food fight, but without any mess to clean up. I want to drink a river of imagination and not burst. I want to feed people who are hungry and have no money to buy food. I want to comfort those who feel they have no reason to live. I want to make a difference. To cheer someone up. To write stories full of adventure and inspiration. Full of love and hope in the end. I want to fly.