It's strange.
Today is one of those days where the sky is the bluest you've ever seen. There's a nice breeze blowing and it just feels great to stand outside and stretch your arms to the sky. It's days like this where i want to just embrace the world. But at the same time it gives me a weird nostalgic feeling. Sometimes, when i look at the sky, it feels like dejavu. Its not really the sight that makes it feel like dejavu. I'd say it's more of the feeling. When i look at the sky and feel the breeze, i imagine being free.
I imagine flying and i imagine the exhilerating feeling of happiness that you get from freedom.
And that feeling seems so familiar to me.
Sometimes it's the same when i'm listening to a song.
Sometimes it's just a song and it doesn't remind me of anything.
Other times it reminds me of when i was a little girl in my Dad's car. Just all the sights flowing by. As much as i love the big open fields and the beautiful, natural nature setting. I'm also kind of a city girl. I love the big buildings, and how the light reflects off of all those glass windows. The bustle of the street is strangely calming to me. I loved it the most when my dad used to drive me and my brother to my aunt's house (not blood relative, more like family friend). She lived on the southside so it'd usually be an hour drive. Summer was always my favourite time to go. Because then we would open the windows and the air would blow into the car. The rush of air to me was sort of like a rush of emotion.
I think this is why one of my greatest wishes is to be able to fly. I can't describe that rush of emotion i get; like i said before, it's sort of nostalgic even though i can't even remember what it reminds me of.
Sometimes i think nature makes the best music. The rustling of the leaves in a tree makes me want to close my eyes and just melt into the background. I love nature (but i hate bugs XD).
I hope that when i die, i will be able to become part of nature. If i could have that one wish, i think i would be able to pass on happily.
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