Hours flying by; journaling, painting, playing, not a care in the world. Oh how I wish that were my reality. It's about the girl I used to be. The one that flew in her dreams. (i really did, over the tops of trees, inside the most amazing structures one could ever imagine. I was never afraid of falling. Sigh.) I am not that girl anymore.
But, I am still that girl at heart.
To be continued.