fly away

Many a time I catch myself in a reverie.

Yearning to run, or skip or fly.. on and on and on.. never having to turn back.

That feeling of weightlessness, letting all cares disintegrate so that nothing bothers me - no care, no concern, no thoughts even. To simply be whisked away by the wind like a fluff of dandelion.

Yet when I run in reality, I feel tempted to stop barely after a minute I start. Haha.