Another conversations at night post because, why not?
As I’m typing this post, I can feel my eyes getting heavy. This might be the reason why the topic of the post is on my mind.
But, let’s carry on.
I’m sure I’m not the only person that wish I could fly. I wish I was able to get on a magic carpet or broom (no I don’t want to be a witch) and just go wherever my imagination takes me.
I want to be able to soar in the Sky. I want to touch the clouds because I imagine it feeling like cotton (although I’m aware that it’s gas).
I want to hold a star in my hand and watch it light up the sky. I wonder if it’ll be hot or feel like glass.
I imagine the birds chirping and singing along to the music playing in the sky.
I’m sure there’s a part of the sky that we don’t know about. I can see it being a floating wonderland full of entertainment and positive energy.
What if humans had wings?
I’m sure some of you may be reading this and thinking, “What is wrong with her?”
My answer to that question is…
When I feel sleepy, that’s when my imagination runs wild the most.
Goodnight y’all 🌘💫