#3 "Learning to Fly"

Me and gravity, it’s always been a problem. I hated being confined to just ruling the ground beneath my feet. I wanted the sea! I wanted the sky! I wanted more, not realising I had the world in my palm. The only time I felt truly free was lying flat on my back; arms spread out wide, fingers relaxed, toes wiggling on my bed of water. And it was in that moment when I lifted my face towards the sun and half-closed my eyes that the horizon disappeared, the sky and the sea blended and it was just me and the waves, together in a watery embrace. I know what you’re thinking. That girl, she dreams too much. She needs to wake up and smell reality before she lulls herself into a fake sense of security that kills her. You know what though? You’re right. But I choose to dream too much instead of too little. To smile inside a train full of people in their monotonous routines, looking at their phones with vacant stares. When they do eventually die, they’ll tumble, fast paced to their deaths. I’ll fall too, maybe sooner than them. But first, I get to fly.