Neverland

Lost Boys by Ruth B.

What is it like to be free. Truly free, such as I could never be. 

I often think of what could be, what it would be like to be someone else. Someone so unlike me. I want to run wild. I want to feel the air, to fly to the magical places I can only see in my dreams. 

I truly want to be someone else.

Someone else that could never turn out like me. 

Playing and hiding from imagined things. I wish this more then anything. To say words my tongue can’t shape now. To see sights my eyes are to blind to believe. 

Things I read in stories…I wish they were reality.   

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