Freedom

You feel free. Feel the cold wind on your face, feel the warm sun.
You see the blue sky, see the clouds, see an airplane high above you, shrinking in the distance.
You close your eyes and enjoy the feeling, you lie down and spread your arms.
The wind is getting stronger, as though it tried to pull you somewhere else.
But you are exactly where you want to be. Where you always wanted to be.
You breath deep and smile, just enjoying the feeling, not even waiting for the impact.

 

I am a deeply troubled individual, I know. On the bright side, I finished the first chapter of Timbari. That’s gotta count for something, right?

Advertisements
  1. Prose? On my blog?
    It’s more likely than you think.

    PS: Keep it up!

      • Althir
      • July 4th, 2011

      Usually I hate poems. Except The Raven, that is awesome. Poe for the win. But I really liked that concept I made up. And I don’t think I will post more of Timbari online. Well, no complete chapters at least.

      • “Prose” is different from “poetry”!

  1. No trackbacks yet.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: