I’ve always dreamt of flying

Being in the air with no pressure

Feeling the wind in my hair

The warmth of the sun on my bare skin

The feeling of nothingness and freeness

So when the feeling of falling feels like you’re flying high in the sky

When you are at your lowest but it feels like you’re flying at your highest

You just can’t bare the thought of landing

To touch the ground again

It feels so miserably good like love in hate

Happiness in sadness

Freeness in torture

It feels good .. until it doesn’t

Until your on the ground again

So you do whatever to keep falling

To keep flying a little longer

And if the silver mixes with the red helps with that feeling

The feeling of freeness

And if the thoughts disappear just for a moment

Would you take it?

Would you except it?

Would you let the colors touch from the beginning?

And let it keep touching?

Because I would

I did

But now I’m on the cold ground

I miss flying

Even when I know I am really falling

I miss it

The freeness in torture

So I keep dreaming of flying