Drift

When I was little, my mother used to tell me that the wind would come and carry me away because I was so light. Maybe I was afraid at first, not knowing, just going and being carried away. Either way, I only remember laughing at such a silly thing. But then I was so light, like all children are in their freedom. Now when the world weighs down so heavily on me... and threathens to only tighten its hold, I find I would want to be carried away. See something unknown, something new, or just something old from a new perspective. Just as long as I can drift away.