Flying in a Blue Dream

Having had my first dream of flying last night, I feel that the least I could do was jot down my thoughts. The details of the dream aren't relevant to the feeling I had when I awoke this morning. It was an odd feeling of being...lifted...elevated by something other than my own body. It was as if an imaginary force, nay, a higher power carried me through the day. As much as I try to describe it, no words come to mind to accurately depict the feeling that overcame me this morning.

Maybe I'm thinking too deeply into it, but who's to say? Could it have been my subconscious telling me that everything will whittle itself into something that works for me? Flying seemed to let me know that I'll be able to soar above the fears and uncertainties that lie ahead. Therefore, I present a fitting poem that sums up my current state of mind, by none other than the ee cummings:

you shall above all things be glad and young
For if you're young,whatever life you wear

it will become you;and if you are glad
whatever's living will yourself become.
Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:
i can entirely her only love

whose any mystery makes every man's
flesh put space on;and his mind take off time

that you should ever think,may god forbid
and (in his mercy) your true lover spare:
for that way knowledge lies,the foetal grave
called progress,and negation's dead undoom.

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance