thoughtfulaudacity
Sometimes, I look out the wonder and dream I can fly.
If only I had wings, I wonder aloud to my inner child.
If only I were light as a bird, with hollow bones and a tiny, fast-beating heart.
If only I were a bat, with leathery wings spanning out of my back like sails on a boat, catching the wind and carrying me up, up, up and away.
If only.