Volplane

When I was a girl, flying seemed so easy. Just spread your arms and flap. Just think happy thoughts. That's what they tell you -- those fables and those cartoons and that Disney. They know what you want, and they tell you you can have it, easily.

But flying, flying's not really that simple. See, I fly, all the time, when I'm with you. But I fall too. I run into something I'm not expecting, something I never knew was there. And then I'm on the ground, bruised, crying, and searching for you.

It takes us a while again, to get off the ground. But it always happens. Sometimes I'm afraid that it won't, but deep down, I know that we'll be okay. The ground can't hold us forever.

See, flying is possible, when I'm with you. You're my magic. You're my happy thoughts. All I need to do is learn to watch where I'm going a little more carefully. Then maybe we won't fall anymore.