Saturday, June 24, 2006

fly

Pigeons and seagulls fly past my window everyday. They seem so free, whereas I am stuck here, in the forest of skyscrapers. I want to say, I wanna fly, fly away. But a voice talks back to me, you can't. You can't fly away from things anymore. There are things here you need to finish, there are people here you need to reach out to, and there are a whole lot more you are going to miss if you just fly away... ...