I’m about to. FLY .

And I’m flying away just because I want to. I’m expanding my arms out spaciously and I’m soaring up to cerulean.

And the sky is above me. Big and blue and beautiful. Its arms’ are prepared too, as if they are going to grab ahold of me.

And I’m hoping that they will. Because if not, I’m going to plummet down. Fall. The opposite of fly and what I’ve been doing mostly.

And so I’m ready to take to the air. Escape it all. So, let me just say goodbye because…I’m about to FLY .