KEEP FLYING

I’m flying.

In my dreams,

I’m soaring through the sky.

Over hills and streams,

valleys and cities.

Never having to stop.

Flying for miles and miles.

Should I land?

Why would I?

I can keep flying forever.

FLY HIGH

What does it feel like to fly?
Lifting off to reach the sky.
Soaring to a new height.
A bird's exclusive right.

All alone and way up high.
Nary a cloud in the sky.
Take me along with you please.
What can I do to appease?

I want to fly over the land.
To the tune of a marching band.
Over water I go.
It would make a great show.

FLY AWAY

Help me!
I want to fly.
I want to spread my wings.
Look!
I’m flapping them.
Flapping them real hard.
I want to fly far away,
over land and water,
and way from people.
Let go of me!
I want to be free!

SEA OF GOLD

fuckingbizarre:

Sea of Gold by Maciej Bartnicki on 500px

The land beckons to you.
You want to sink your
feet into its soft sand.
You want to watch the
sun set
on its shimmering water.
The sand parts to show
its hidden treasures.
You stick your toes into
the cold water.
It is everything you’d imagined
and much more.
Dream your dreams and
someday they might come true.

KEEP FLYING

I’m flying.
In my dreams,
I’m soaring through the sky.
Over hills and streams,
valleys and cities.
Never having to stop.
Flying for miles and miles.
Should I land?
Why would I?
I can keep flying forever.

AN ISLAND DRIFTING IN THE OCEAN

Each one of us is an island.
An island drifting in the ocean,
picking up debris along the way.
The debris of life and experiences.
Some of us become open islands,
welcoming and self-sufficient.
While others build walls around their plot of land,
becoming lost and finally deserted.
Which type of island are you becoming?

TO BE FREE

To be free.
To fly wherever you want.
No baggage.
No one to worry about.
To be on your own and
to be free.

PICTURE PERFECT

atraversso:

By - Sergey Timakov

Why are the most beautiful and peaceful pictures
the ones without people?
Open roads and wide open spaces.
Views of water and land, without people.
A wild deer or wolf wouldn’t detract from
this beauty.
But a person would.
Does mankind mar the beauty of nature?
Do we as a species ruin everything we touch?
Let’s think about this as we gaze out
at the calm water and blue sky.

FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD

rosiesdreams:

Somewhere ..   Photo by David Soar

I love this picture.
It brings many images to mind.
An isolated cabin somewhere on a rise
of land near a small body of water.
Darkness is surrounding the cabin
but there’s a light inside.
Smoke is drifting upward from the chimney.
Someone is home.
Who lives there?
Why would someone want to live
far from the madding crowd?
Does the person ever feel lonely?
I don’t see a car.
How does this person travel?
I want to peek into the window.
Should I?