Anabelle

It flows around me,

Lifting my spirit, and setting it free.

I feel no fear.

Grass beneathe my feet,

So different from the concrete,

Soft and sweet, no hatred here.

A single leap,

Almost like I'm asleep,

I almost feel you near.

Faster, almost without aa care,

I feel myself flying through the open air.

Where ever I'm going, It has to be better then here.