To Be Free...

The cold breeze hits my face as I sit and stare into a far far distance.

The brightness of the sunset fills my eyes with tears.

I sit and wonder, what it would be like,

To be free.

To fly without wings and soar through the sky.

To have no worries  and be carefree like a child.

To love unconditionally, and to laugh whole heartedly.

To have loved and lost, than to have never loved before.