Float with the wind.

(Let's just pretend this is a picture of a swallow..)

I'd be a bird if I wasn't a human, I'm sure of it.

Ever wondered what it would be like? Soaring fast through the clouds, gliding carelessly over rooftops and treetops, stopping wherever the wind takes you. To be so free and so graceful in being that free- oh what a life!

That's the thing with freedom I guess, you can have it but, you have to know how to use it, to take advantage of it and to make something out of it, to make something out of yourself.

You can open the doors and let the bird out the cage but, you have to show it it's wings before it can learn to reach the sky.

And that's where I come in. Little me with my fading freckles and skinny, long legs. I am a bird, metaphorically speaking of course, I am a swallow looking out at the sky and all I can see are eagles and bluebirds, crows and magpies above me. They know how to fly, they have found their wings and they are soaring up, up and away.

I have my freedom but this is just the start of my adventure. The cage door has been opened and I'm just finding my feet let alone my feathered wings. I want to fly but, I don't want to be just another bluebird and magpie, I want to be me, a swallow, who makes something of herself, I'm just starting to learn how.

For now I'll float with the wind, dream and leave my feathered wings to grow..