Fly

All she wants to do is fly.

She wants to take her featherless wings and soar, over the mountains, through the trees.

Dive.

She wants to speak the languages of people.

Ink to paper is her euphoria.

Let me tell you.

Sing to you.

She’s there. Unknown streets are comforting.

Foreign languages speak to her as her own.

She’s free.

But.

There’s an invisible chain that haunts her, lures her back to her homeland.

Come.

Now.

HERE.

The temptations of stability reach out. Poisonus, delicious temptation.

Pressure.

She gives ‘real life’ hope.

Family….important.

English.

Reality?

All she wants to do is fly.

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