Destination Determined

I find myself waiting...
Waiting for the unexpected.

But also waiting for the calendar to change...
I need change.
And I know what I want.

My wings will soon be strong enough to fly on their own.
And I shall fly away to a place unknown for a little while.

I need to feel some different things.
And see things that are quite comforting, but that could be a little different.

What if this is my only chance?
What if my wings will only let me fly once?

Do I dare?

I pray...
That this try will be different...

That I will fly away and not fall...

But what if falling is what I'm supposed to do?
What if falling is the key to finding true happiness?

My hunger is turning into starvation.

I long for the thing that keeps my will power going...
Will I finally get it?

To be continued...