Sometimes I Just Want
Sometimes I Just Want To fly through the sky, carefree, in freedom. To heal anyone of anything. To know, understand, and be able to communicate in every language. To sing well enough to make other people cry. To leap through the air like a dancer. To skip and not worry if I look absurd. To play, mingling imagination and reality like a child. To run at full speed, for as long as I want to. To hide anywhere by fading…