27 September 2011

I want to fly

My heart is beating wildly like it’s grown a thousand wings fluttering,

and all I want to do at that moment is take off.

To feel the wind in my face, the stars in my fingertips,

the blinding lights blurring in a straight line as I go faster and faster,

away from my bed,

above the ground,

and take me to that magical fountain

where I tossed that quarter with all my wanderlust in it.


(Photo taken at Central Park, New York)

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