FlyingCan you imagine the freedom? Soaring, high above rooftops, so high up that the people are specs on the vast countryside. All of your problems far below you, carefree in the open air. It would so beautiful. If I could fly, I would live in the air. If I could fly, I fear I would never come down again.
fadingvioletdawn 18-21, F 1 Response 1 Jun 12, 2011