We fly and we forget our troubles. We fly over the feelings that plague us like the flu you got two months ago. For one second again we are children. Unburdens by those around us and out perception of the universe. We are once again free to be ourselves like the phrase you get told repeatedly as children. It’s the first time I’ve believed it. Flying over the ant-like people. Flying high like those trees I would climb as children. But without the scare over falling. We aren’t fighting like we have. A moment of peace and goodwill in our ever-changing lives. We fly and we are different people. And for the months afterword. After fights or after changes. We would meet high up. As close to the clouds and those feeling that day. We wanted to be the rulers of our world. Not ruled by those around us. We wanted to fly and forget everything else. Like the day we danced on the roof above the green of the trees. The closest to flying high again. We kissed as the rain poured. We flew above the world. We were free.