Pressing on. Refusing to give in. Fighting the urge to became standardized, and realizing that fighting back is the only way to end my problems. If I was born to run, now is time to act like it.
Thousands of feet off the earth, This starry, peaceful night. Wind at our back, love ahead, This peaceful flight. Passing golden roads, crystal seas Moving in unison Beneath our very feet. Straddled in the air, Dangling from an invisible string. You’re rested against my shoulder, Both of us partaking in this atmospheric dream.
— D
