19.7.10

i want to be nothing. to throw my head back towards the sky and feel the night air kissing every inch of my skin. to be refreshed, renewed, to stand under an unfamiliar sky where i float along as  if a ghost. weight is no longer a number, because what are numbers to one who knows only of the breeze? a world full of achievements never made and hopes which were dashed would simply fall away from beneath me, no longer pulling me back to the ground. i could spread wings weaved from a spiders web and float accross the night's sky. and you wouldn't even remember me. because i am nothing.