In my dreams I used to fly. I don't have wings but yes, I do fly. A lot. But that's only in my dreams. I kinda liked it. And I hunger for it. It makes travel a lot faster. But you see, in my dreams I couldn't control it. I could only think of where to go and then my body would take me there. Weird huh?


For the past few months I have been in an airplane a lot of times than I've been in a bus. The longest flight I had was 16 hours. The shortest was 4.5 hours. Next week, I am going to fly again. I have to get used to this.

I just wish I could fly without getting on a plane.
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