Let Me Fly

And so they all sought to capture her heart and her spirit, but she had little time or patience for them. She knew not how this disaffected nature would make them feel, but she couldn't help herself. She was alone for most of her days and while the beast of loneliness occasionally reared it's head, she was happy to be free of the burdens of other people and their expectations. She didn't worry about what anyone else thought, because there wasn't anyone else. At least in her mind.

People reached out for her, and she let their hands slip through her fingertips. She needed to have her hands free and not bound to this or that person. She had to spread her wings and fly, even if it meant leaving all she knew in the rear view mirror. She just wanted her freedom. And she was both happy and sad and scared and exhilarated all at once.
Let me be free. Don't try to clip my wings.
I'm sorry if you got hurt, but it's high time
I look out for me instead of always looking
out for everyone else. And if this makes me
a loner, then so shall it be. For I need not any
other people in my life. I travel worlds in my
mind, and live many lives. Perhaps they're all
better than the real life, so that's where she wants
to dwell? She doesn't want anyone else to bring
her back to reality. She's better in a dream.

That's where she's happy. She sometimes dreams
a wall around herself. No one else can get in.
She says things to people that she doesn't
often mean, just so they can feel important.
But the truth is, no one is really that important
anymore. And no one has penetrated her walls
enough to touch anything resembling her heart.
Though several have tried. She won't let the
guard down.

So leave her be and let her be alone. She knows
not how to behave around others any more. She
only knows peace in solitude. She is her own best
friend. She flies alone at midnight and swoops
over the land and keeps going. Forever. And ever.
The End.