She Loves Flying

There is a 16 years young girl, who is wondering what happen to her. And she starts imagining that there are people whom she could communicate with, but actually there is no one, which means she is just playing with her imagination. Being with her thought. She is asking questions, perhaps she will get the answers by talking with them, her thoughts.

"Have u ever felt, a feeling

but u are not sure what it is

makes u flying, to no where

Have u ever got, butterflies in ur tummy

yea it feels weird, because ur tummy is just supposed to detected whether ur hungry or not

not for keeping butterflies flying there

Have u ever confused, what the f*** is happening to u

makes u smiling for no reason, well, actually there is one reason and only

look like an idiot thinking of it

and start playing with ur imagination, about being with it"

No one would ever answer her dumb questions, because she is asking herself. It is pretty fun to talk with your thought, cause it would not judge u.

She knows, it is the right time to feel that feeling. She likes it, she loves flying to no where. She is happy.

Feels like she is under a magic, spells, or something like that. But whatever that, she doesn't care! as long as she can flying.

She is too young to understand all of that, but then she thinks, 'why would I stress about understanding all of it, I should enjoy the times, the happy times'.  And so she flies higher and higher.

She loves flying, that's all. End of story.