Rosie wishes she was a beautiful bird. She admires it’s ability to fly. To take flight, to soar. She wishes that she lived on the beach, and she spent her days in the sand and the surf.

Birds always look so peaceful while in flight. They seem so composed and so confident. She wish she found that confidence in her life. She wishes she were free.

This life of hers becomes too much. She wishes she could make an escape. If she were a bird, she would fly far far away. Far enough where her troubles wont reach her. Far enough where she can find peace. If she were a bird she would fly to California. To fly among the tallest palm trees. And to soar over Los Angeles. Then to spend the day in Malibu in the warm sun drenched sand.