I've always wanted to fly away. This poem makes me think...I like!

I want to be free, I want to fly fast, fly high, I want to escape my problems, my sorrows. I want to soar upon the winds, I want to see my pain dwindle to small dots as I reach the sky.
I want, I want- But then again, who gives a damn about what "I" want.

-A taster from my poem called "Free"

Yours is great

Sailor Lita

This bird is so lucky! I wish that I could be in her position. I've always dreamt of that.