I wish to fly, be away - gone into those mountains where
my SOUL yearns to be. Where I know I fit.
Snow and forest surrounding - and I am not flesh, I am whirled in the wind, not of this earth. Not of this plane, but of the TWELFTH Dimension, beyond.
I dream that I can fly, above and beyond this place. I know these are not really dreams, for I am aware of me, my physical sleeping body, slumbering elsewhere, but talking to me, all the while, as I am really conscious. In life I am terrified of heights, mortified of any higher plains, and as I take flight in the night, and travel
even then I cannot go to high. But as high as I dare to go, away - away and into the stars. Gone.
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