Sky

Sometimes I don't know.
Sometimes I want to just lift my feet off the ground and let my body lose itself in the sky.
I want to dance with the wind while using the sun rays as my paint, and the clouds as my canvas.
Sometimes I want my hair to become a mess because of how fast I am flying.
I want to look down and be unable to see anything other than clouds and warm colors.
Sometimes, and it may be a lot of times, I just want to become part of the sky.