Flying Home

It's funny how like birds, your father taught you how to fly. It's just like teaching you to leave the very nest of yourself.

There's something quite profound in learning how to fly.You thrust, you trust. You leap, you hope. You fall, you fail. You soar, you love. You stop, you lose. You leave, you forget.

After some time you'd reminisce the first leap.The initial murder of fear. Cutting your bind and your innocence is as easy as stealing your first kiss.

It's funny how like birds, your father had taught you how to fly but never taught you how to go back home.