Stars swim through the sky and I’m so envious of them, and of fireworks too.

I wish I could burst and blaze into the sky and live in that infinite abyss.This body feels like a jail.

It won’t let me fly when I want to, it won’t let me float above skyscrapers or sit quietly in treetops in foreign cities. Gravity binds me to the sidewalk and makes my shoes too heavy to move my feet at the speed that I need. Birds must laugh at the laws that humans made for themselves; they fly into clouds of cotton candy that I want to make my home. I want the wind to whisper lovely secrets in my ears to keep me smiling through the night. If I could, I would give rest to my brain and transform into cosmic dust.