I remember what it is to fly.
A very long time ago, in a different life, I had wings, and I could soar through the heavens with the deep blue sky at my back. A very long time ago I knew what it was to be free.
There are days that I sit in a sort of mindless haze, not really sure who or what I am, not sure if I am even real. There are days that I question my existence. I ask why i am here, and to what purpose I have come back. yet the answer always seems to elude me. There are days that I sit in madness, bordering on the brink of sheer insanity. On those days I know my wings are struggling against the chains that have bound them, on those days I fight the withering of my soul and beg to go home. I tell the powers that be that it was a mistake that I have come here. The world wasn’t ready for someone like me. But most days I know that I merely mortal, for the duration of this life I am here and I am wingless. I struggle against the pain and suffering of the world and I mourn my human condition.
Am I completely insane? Maybe. I know I feel that way. But how else can you explain my sense of home when I am in the sky, in your manmade machines? How else do you explain my knowledge of a better world and have words and wisdom beyond my age?
I remember what it is to fly, and if it is only the workings of a broken mind, at least try and see the beauty that is behind the madness.
As I tell you my story gather your own conclusions. Whether I am truly an old soul with the memories of a life beyond or just a broken person with a wild imagination. It doesn’t really matter to me. I know who I am, what I am. I know. I believe. And I see beyond my limited human condition.
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Very introspective. Very good! I think we all have wings, we just sometimes forget how to fly.

i know who and what you are
and without wings you fly
without deep blue nothing at your back
no reason to ask why

thank you.

Nothing broken girl, you sound normal to me, you just need to get out and have some fun. Normally i would recommend jet skiing but since you live in Missouri i recommend a horse or a motorcycle just wear a helmet and use common sense and be safe. Your much too young and beautiful to be pondering such things.

now lets here one about your pup!!!