Adventure

A revelation... I don't always feel this way.

I dreamed of adventure last night, and I think in my heart I am beginning to know that it will be what I always yearn for. I dreamt of beaches and bluffs, of wind and sky, the world at my fingertips blossoming with color and there is nothing I want more than that taste of freedom.
The desperate yearning is causing something of nostalgia within me, while sparking a fire in my soul. There is magick in the air, I feel my wings growing stronger within me as they wait for a chance to unfold.
My spirit is remembering childhood memories, reliving the times when I danced with fairies and battled monsters, and tasted the power within. My spirit is remembering the times when the world was a rainbow of pure colour and the sundrops danced on my tongue, sizzling nectar sweet.
Slowly, I am stepping out of myself and back into my childhood form, even as I grow older in this day to day world. I am finding again the wings of my younger self that were almost lost to me. I am learning to soar in a world that now plays captor, chaining its servants to the ground.
Each day brings new revelations, and I think, my eyes are beginning to open once more, waking from the slumber of this not-life.

They say “life isn’t about finding yourself, its about creating yourself” but here, I have to disagree. I knew myself once, before I was poisoned by a world that has become too focused on growing up just to live a life that really isn’t a life at all. Slowly, I am learning to forget that world, cast away its chains, and fly, and in this- I am finding myself.