A/N: This is my first fanfic ever and was granted the idea whilst looking through Deviant Art for inspiration and listening to "Catching That Butterfly" by The Verve. Please drown me in constructive criticism coz I could use some. Also, expect a lot of slap dash one-shots from me because of my wonderful boarding school life thanks a mil.

Most people give me one look and hang their heads in pity.

"The poor guy, there must be a thousand things he cannot do."

I can't run or jump or do anything that requires the usage of my legs. When I was younger, the creak of my wheelchair's wheels used to give me away whilst playing hide and seek. Most people look at me and see disadvantage. They feel that they have to help me because my disability is too difficult to ignore.

But I have all the help I need. I have a wheelchair built and designed by my father so that I can move around as easily as possible. That wheelchair is special because it gives me the type of freedom that no other human being could give. That wheelchair can make me fly.

I don't need legs when I have wings. I don't need to run when I can soar. Why play hide and seek when you can make others marvel at the beauty of flight, the way in which you can turn thin air into music? The wind beating at my skin, the exhilaration of gliding to dizzying heights is enough for me. I don't need legs. I have all that I need.

My life isn't about longing for things lost. It's about finding joy in what I already have.

I have the sky.