Freedom

If I could balance physics, I would fly my body into the eye of a hurricane. I could only imagine what it would be like to feel a cool, soft air, breaking onto my skin as I plunge forward, with my head struggling, pointing north, like the arrow of a compass. I would encounter rain and then it would stop. Rain. Then stop as the winds pick up and blow fast against my face. I would let it wave me like oceans ;wave me like flags. I want to conquer the air that is free in vertical direction and become a limitless pride.