Happiness is a fickle friend- it comes&goes as it pleases, giving you pleasure for the duration of it's stay- which is up to it's fancy-, but leaving you feeling empty with nothing but the ghost of laughter past&the residual smile that slowly fades.

Or is it Hope&Fate's fault? Fate's fault for setting us up, making us anticipate, building up that eagerness, that anxiety that you hate but makes you grin anyway, Fate's fault for pulling the rug from right under our feet.

Whatever it is, it comes down to the individual in the end, doesn't it?

This is why I want to fly-

It's liberating, it's the physical act of leaving everything behind, being above it all. It's the feeling of complete abandon, of doing whatever you want without giving a care- not one, not a single one. Then you break through the man-made boundaries that would otherwise keep you locked inside this tiny plot of land, going from one distant faraway place to another, enjoying it from a view like no other.

It wouldn't be perfect, because nothing is. But it would be so refreshing, so insightful, so liberating.

So don't scoff at me when I say I want to fly- I know it sounds funny&absolutely retarded, but.