Day 268

Fly, my pretties...fly.
~The Wicked Witch

Grateful for the chance to fly

Just when I feel like I can't move...can't breathe...something comes along that makes me realize that we are creatures of habit.
We run to what is always the most familiar.
The least scary.
The most comfortable.
The things that we know will make our days or our lives easier.
Sometimes, though, when I can't breathe...can't think..
I go back to times that I remember made me happy.
Times that made me smile.
Angels fly.
The Wicked Witch flies.
Both of those things make me smile.
That's a little effed up, I know, but its me.