Sometimes I feel like a bird--- a caged bird; trapped in a house; I never set foot beyond the walls that surround my home.
My father wants me to promise I'll never go beyond the heavy iron gate in front of my house, but that's exactly what I want to do.. I want to travel, I want to travel so bad; I want to see every corner of the world; I don't want to stay stuck in a place where day melts into night, without any meaning. I think of all the things I could do, I imagine pictures of people and places, that will never come to be.

My heart aches.

I hold the metal bars of my gate like a prisoner; I am 15 years old, the sky above, with the birds flying free; evermore out of my reach,
The metal bars; thick and strong----as strong as my wish to leave: Unbendable. Unchangable. Forever there; a feeling captive in my chest.

I wish I could fit through the gaps in between the bars; wish I was the size of the ants that crawl under my feet to the world beyond my gate.

I wish upon every star.

I wish I could run with arms wide open, over the wild grass, wish I could explore all the world ahead, wish I could leave, wish I could chase the horizon. I want to travel everywhere. I want it so bad.

My heart aches.

Couldn't I just....just for one day be, free like a bird?