Anywhere but here

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She's tired of this sky, this air, this thing that touches her stiff feet called land.

She's a flightless bird cursed to be forever land-bound.

What use are these flaps that hang limp against her sides, wings that cannot fly

All that wander are her eyes and her imagination.

Flickers of non-existing places with non-existing boundaries keep her wandering thoughts occupied

just enough to keep her sane.

Skin longing for a different breeze against it.

Feet long for a different ground to touch.

Ears long for the whispers of foreign lands.

Wings long for a wind beneath them.

She calls out to the planes gliding over the horizon "take me with you, take me anywhere.."

Anywhere but here.