fly

When I was young, I thought I was a bird at one time. Then they told me I can't fly, so I stopped flying.

When a caterpillar bursts from its cocoon and discovers it has wings, it does not sit idly, hoping to one day turn back. It flies.

I'm still looking for someoneWho said they were here for me,And I thought I was once there for you.But when troubles are nearer than friends,And the road comes to an end,What could I do?I wish I could fly away like you.

If I were to sit on the ocean floor and look toward the sky,I might see a whale or electric eel or octopus pass by.And if I decided to jump straight up and reach with open arms,I might feel the pleasure of ocean flight propel me __id their swarms.But if I were seated upon the shore and looking toward the stars,I might see a comet or falling star near Mercury or Mars.Then if I decided to jump straight up and reach with open hands,I might feel despair when my feet refused to leave the shoreline sand.And so I return to the ocean depths where swimming creatures fly,For there I can soar with the whales and fish that daily touch the sky.

True freedom lies within how and if we choose to fly,Perhaps I need to focus on flying,

If you choose to crawl, so be it. If you choose to stroll, so be it. If you choose to fly, so be it. WHENEVER YOU MAKE A CONSCIOUS CHOICE, YOU KNOCK! (..Knock, and the door will be opened to you.) ~ UNIVERSE LOVES YOU & SO DO I _ #StardustAK _

I wonder at the starry pattern in the skyAre they little pieces of moon which want to fly..?

If only I had wings, I would not hesitate to fly away from my mistakes.

Ah, my wee sprite." He released the lock of hair and leaned closer. "If learning to fly is your desire, then fly you shall.

But you should never jump unless you know you can fly, or at least float. Nobody wants to fall. That__ how you end up hurt.

i am so crammedfull of fearsthat if you were to touch me i might eitherfly or break.

I said __ love you so much it__ killing me__nd you kept saying sorryso I stopped explainingfor it never made sense to youwhat always did to meto let what you love kill youand never regret. As Romeo is dying Juliet says__ am willing to die to remain by your side__nd love was never a static place of restbut the last second of euphoriawhile throwing yourself out from a 20 store windowto be able to say__ flew before I hit the ground_,and it was glorious.Don__ be sorry.The fall was beautiful, dear.The crash was beautiful.

Flying in a modern jet airplane doses the human with levels of radiation comparable to those found in nuclear disaster zones.

Are we taking the Subaru?___o. We__l run.__unning is not part of my plan. Stopping right here is my plan.____ not actually supposed to run,_ I try to say. __he arm and everything._____ sorry about your arm.___eally?__e swoops me up as if I weigh nothing, leans me against his chest, and carries me the way grooms are supposed to carry brides over thresholds. He is cold now, away from the fire. He smells of mushrooms. __re you afraid of heights?__e keeps my good arm against him, and doesn__ even jostle my cast arm. It__ smooth and quick and I don__ have time to ...He sets me down on the rolling ground in a large clearing in the middle of tall pine trees. My breath whooshes out like I__ been holding it.__h, that was amazing,_ I say before I realize it.__ou__e glowing. I thought you hated me.___ do. But flying? I don__ hate flying. I read this book once where____ou read?___eah.___ood. I like philosophy myself. It__ good to have a daughter who reads.__ swallow, shift my weight on my feet. They won__ be able to follow us here; we left no tracks. I can__ believe we flew. __an all pixies fly? Because I was totally unprepared for that. I mean, I didn__ read that.___nly ones with royal blood. You can.

I meet people and they enforce me their culture and then I choose to fly away and I meet other people and these people force me their religion and I wanna fly away. I meet other people, these people are silent, we begin to sing the song of the ocean and then we fly away together ~

To soar with eagles all you need to do is believe that you can fly.

Random thoughts that fly away. Where words has no place to stay. Let it be right where they are. Let the work of art preserve its life.

Sitting makes us think of standingOur current stance keeps on demanding We wish to fly without the wings Puppets move before pulling the strings