I’d been so used to florescent lights and 8-3′s that I’d forgotten what it felt like to look up.
I’d been in a constant rush and bumping people in halls that I’d forgotten what it felt like to breathe.
‘Till I left the nest and began to fly…
I was free and free to be me in any way shape or form.
I was alive and alive, not for the very first time, but for real this time.
I touched the clouds with my fingertips and finally saw the sun.
I could see and would be seen; not as a girl but a woman on her to way to make it out there in the world.
Yet still a college girl.
Damn, I’d really forgotten to look up and admire the sky that moved above me.
I’d forgotten how to be free, rather I never knew how…
But now I lay out in green pastures and simply be me. Young, pleasant and free.
Do you have any idea what it’s like to not be told what and when to do things!?! I couldn’t believe my little slice of heaven would be this amazing dream.
I’m alive, sparked to life, I can feel myself taking form. Young, Strong and Free.
And even though the blue sky sings like angels to me I still love to dabble back in my home where I’m never alone and always told what to do becasue I know soon I’ll be free.
I’ll always be free, and that’s good right?
When you’re free but you know where you’ve been and where you belong?
I’ve never seen the sky look like this before. Was it always this blue?