Dreams Beyond Me

What I wouldn’t give to possess powers I do not have, to do the things I have always longed to do. I can only describe with my dreams how I long to not be chained to the ground, cursed to walk on these two simple legs, to be stuck alone in an imprisoned brain, bound here by evolution or by divine judgment – I couldn’t tell you which it was, they both have their limits. Neither gave me what I wanted, what I wish.

What I wouldn’t give to be able to see someone, talk to someone, and to view the thoughts they possess in their mind, to read it as if I was reading a book, or a tiny screen on a brain computer. I would love to hear the lies twist from someone’s mouth, just to see the truth jump in the person’s head, pouncing about like a warning sign to be read. I wish to see what people would hide, just to gain that much understanding of the ones I selfishly want to put my trust in. I wouldn’t have to guess anymore, wouldn’t have to pry, wouldn’t have to ask anyone to announce their thoughts to the world to let me in. I wouldn’t have to be alone with my own mind to keep me company. I could have voices of other’s join me instead. I would be able to simply sit and see the secrets that lie within.

What I wouldn’t give to be able to just – fly. I would be extra picky here, for I want nothing more than to have wings attached to my back, with unfamiliar muscles moving at my own whim, to be able extend an extra pair of limbs to carry me up and up and up. I want the feathers to feel soft and downy in my hands as I use them to envelope me in warmth that not even another human could provide. I wish to soar in the clouds above, to feel the wind caress my face in ways that the wind can’t do near the ground. I want to be carried away to places I’ve never seen before, to travel in a way that is open to everything. Wind, rain, snow, sleet, bring it on, I’ll fly it all. And I don’t mean I want to fly in those metal cages they call planes. I want to fly on my own power, not in something fuel powered. I could see the sky in my own view, unhindered by little glass windows.

I could be completely free, and what I wouldn’t give to be so.