I suppose i can fly
When I was a preteen I felt that I was so lucky that the sky was always blue and rivers were always bright, and nothing needed to be worried. To me, the world seems to be brand new and quite innocent and pure. If God grants me a chance to make a wish, I will ask for a pair of wings with which I can fly to see the spring in the valley and to flow with the wind…yeah, I loved the world so much, and I thought everything existing in the world stood on their own rules. There were so much left for me to explore.
Along with growing, I find that there were so much tough things in my life. I am losing myself. I even cannot understand why I was born to this world, and what I mean for the world. The world keeps on going normally without me. The more frustrations I met the less confidences I had. I was so silly that I felt the urge to leave my parents to be on my own before. And when I find my feet ultimately, the world outside hurt me so hard. What I asked is for another chance to be the boy of my parents again forever. I’d like to live under the coverage of the love given by my family. And I know this is impossible cuz everything has to follow its rule. I am 23 already, I still cannot see my ideal coming, even more, I feel I walk in extremely opposite directions with my dream.
When I remember my wish, I feel that it is so naïve. And everytime I try to fly, I fall without my wings. I feel so small. So small… My dream never stopped haunting me, should I try again and again? They say he is so lucky but why do tears coming at night?