Fly.

I would like to fly. Just stretch my arms and feel my feet lift up off the ground. Go higher, and higher, floating on air. Up into the clouds, letting every bit of worry and frustration and sorrow behind me.

Up there, I think everything would be simpler. Nothing to worry about, unless some ravenous flying monster finds you somehow.

But, it would get lonely after a while. I'm not a bird. I'd need someone to talk to.