When I was a little girl I used to stare up at the sky and watch the clouds float by, some times if I looked hard enough and long enough I would feel as if I was up there… drifting with them…. free. Flying in between the white puffs. But like all dreams they come to an end… sooner or later. Then I would come back down, forever bound to the earth, what a silly little girl i was everyone knows freedom is never really free. But Some times in those moments I would feel as if I didn't truly belong here that there was something else calling for me begging me to follow. But I would resited it, I would fight my soon to be fate. Some how I knew that if I gave in, if i followed I might never come back so I ignored it, I would do anything I could do to avoid it. And soon it started to fade, the feeling of not belonging would become weaker and weaker until it was dormant.

Years went by and I soon forgot about it, forgot about the dreams, forgot about the almost irresistible pull I once had and left it in my past and moved on. But I knew I couldn't out run fate forever.