"Today is the day that I will fly" I thought. I had managed to climb to the top of the cliff and I had dreamt of this moment for so long now, ever since that storm. But at this moment, my stomach grumbled as I gazed down upon the earth below.
"Maybe not today afterall. I must have my fill first before I attempt to fly."
I never flew. Not on the day after, or the day after that day. I suppose, ever since I was born, I knew I could not fly. There was that doubt in my that told me it was impossible for me to fly. I probably knew all along that I couldn't fly, but yet I denied it. I was afraid.
"You will fly." She said. "You will fly, but it is not here that you can spread your wings."
what we could have been, 9:40 PM.