Sometimes I look at the sky and I feel like flying. Like all troubles and fears that chasing me becomes meaningless, so I can barely remember them. I look down to blooming flowers and I can not see anything but their beauty. I hear every single leaf that whispers my name in the wind and I am waiting, listening to stories they want to share with me.
Every day I see the world that surrounds me, watch the time running away. But I feel that only one part of me is here and another - somewhere else. Where? I can not explain exactly. Sometimes near, sometimes far away – where dreams and wishes take me. It is the world without lies and cruelty. Whi