Float

I wish I could learn how to float, not fly. I don’t want to go anywhere or do anything. I want the wind to take me places if it wishes, and if it doesn’t, then it won’t.

I wish for one less care and one less homework and one less worry.

I wish for a magic genie who will make all of this come true, but there aren’t genies, are there? Life’s not a movie or a magic show or a bucket full of flowers. 

Life is work. Work makes dreams. 

I’ve realized that floating is impossible, so I’ll run. They say the faster you run the more it feels like you’re not really running. I suppose that’s good enough. 

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