Flew miles and miles away, she didn’t think about anything except herself and what she wanted to do with her life, she knew that she’s the only thing that matters and nobody can catch her or help her in these insecurities…She didn’t mind spending all of her life flying and she didn’t even know where she would end up or who she will meet, but kept on fighting for her freedom.
The wind was so rough, she tried to survive but failed and thought about giving up, at this moment came a sweet breeze of cold air, reminding her that she is still alive and all what matters is that she can still breathe. So she kept her strength and determination until she hit a cloud, didn’t know that all of her worries would fade away with a bump on the way and didn’t realize that this cloud could have been her home, instead of setting and relaxing she fought with the cloud to let her go, wanted to fly free not bounded by any limits or traps, little she didn’t know that this could have been her savior.
As she flew, she started to open her eyes and see life the way it is, all these thunders and rage of the environment around her and everything started to hit her in the face, telling her “you can never be free, you must do what is destined for you and what society bounds you to” she could have been broken into pieces or fading away but instead she fought back, remained strong and crystal clear in this entire impure world of impossibilities and boundaries.
Her speed was exceeding her limits, she felt free and wanted to explore all the restrictions, naive and pure she didn’t know anything in that world. Kept looking as she flew but didn’t understand why would people be that cruel to destroy themselves by the simplest means, and why would people do what they are told without even thinking it through, she never understood why human beings became like robots, they lock their minds or their creativity and decide to go with the flow without having any voice of their own…
All she hoped for was peace and love, she wanted to have her freedom by thinking that she can live against what people do or say, dust and rusty drops
Trying and trying so hard to fit in the world where she had no place in, she was so close to hitting the floor when suddenly another waft of air blew her away, rescuing and moving her from this cruel land, with the summer breeze breaking in she enjoyed flying and forgot that she could disappear if she lost control of herself…flying so hard she ended up vaporizing in the air and all of the innocence disappeared with her…
A simple rain drop is all what she really was from the day she was born until her disappearance, she never knew that she can never fit and survive between all of these imperfections and impossibilities. Born so pure and dying crystal clear, that’s how she was and will always be, a drop who wanted to find her way in the universe…
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