zaide is flying.
Puzzle Entry.
Last night, I was given the chance to fly.
I find dreams fascinating in a way that they do not have limits. I ran through the porch door, hopped onto the roof and kicked off... I flew into the vastness of the sky, unafraid to fall. The feeling was intense. The wind blew against my face and it was a wondrous feeling. In a way, I didn't want to wake up anymore.
Why can't people fly? I'm not asking for angel's wings. I can do without the drama of the wings, with feathers floating off where I pass. I just want to be in the sky. Flying to wherever, feeling the different kind of high flying has to offer. It's not the first time I've dreamt of flying. I dream of it a lot. If it's supposed to mean something, I don't really know.
But the next time I'm given the chance to fly, I'm not going to touch ground anymore.