Sometimes when I look up at the stars, I feel so little.

They’re so high up, so beautiful, and so fucking far away.

I end up feeling like the littlest thing on the planet when I look at them and then I just get overwhelmed with this feeling and I want to be up there with all the stars and I want to dance and I want to fly and I want to fly and I want to fly.

So I try.

I run and run and run. In the middle of the dark, empty streets, I run like a crazy person. Then I jump as high as I can.

And sometimes, even just for a second, I feel like I am flying. Then I’m back on my feet again.

I’m not embarrassed, but it’s kind of lonely trying to fly all alone with you literally just watching me try the impossible. Maybe one day, you’ll try with me. And maybe one day, we’ll fly away together.