The music was too loud. Perfect by One Direction. It was a cacophony against the wind and messy off-key voices. Yet it was MY wind and MY messy voice.
The windows in the car were rolled down; the car top down. We were going faster than the speed limit.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to fly; to touch the sky and the stars. I wonder if it would burn.
I was stuck in that car. I was stuck on this planet. I was stuck in this body.
It wasn’t pain, or hurt.
It was longing for something I could never have.
And I think that is the worst type of sadness.
Wanting to be out your body, but you are bound to the ground.