I want to float up in the sky and hold on to the balloons that made the children cry.
I want to see where all the forgotten dreams or ideas go. Do they float up with me? Are they carried by the wind? Are they washed up on the shore? I want to know, I want to go there.
I want to go where there are endless possibilities, where we don’t expect, where we don’t know what’s coming in front of us and we won’t have a choice but to accept it.
I want to lose will for once and let loose. All weight down, just let the wind carry me away. I want…
In the end, maybe I’ll just never know.
