Wings

The dream you live while you're awake.

     Ever since I could call myself a little girl, I've dreamt of Angels.
     I've dreamt of wings.

     Dreaming for me, isn't just at night, it's a 24/7 thing that doesn't stop until my mind does. Especially when I was little. I used to think I could see them. And I could, as for the very wide collection that still sits in my grandmother's china cabinet. I'd lose myself in the thoughts of how the air would feel petting my own pair of glorious wings. I'd lose myself in flight.

     Even now, losing my mind in dreams day and night almost having the line between reality and Dreamland abolished by my own carelessness, Angels sweep in front of my eyes. With wings of deepest onyx ranging to the purest, brightest alabaster. I can only hope one day to really see, and feel such amazing scenes, maybe even be apart of one or two.

Reviews

[Larry Dyson]

very nice prose.. flows smoothly and expresses much positive energy.

[emma]

Cool write:)