My heart soars in the wind like a kite; it dances with the rhythm of the wind-almost wild-all the while tethered to a central point.
You are my central point.
Like the kite, I was made for flying high with the wind. I open my self up to catch the familiar breeze of life and take off into the sky, looking down at you from my temporary home. I pretend to soar across the land to another place and time, feeling the snap of reality when I remember I am but a kite tied to a string.