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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