I want to fly in a bazillion directions at once
I want the colors, words and movements to burst out of me like they were born with wings.
I want to dance like an autumn leaf in a windstorm
to throw my hands up and have expressions of color flow from my palms,
surrounding me as I twirl and jump in the torrent of leaves,
their colors as numerous as my spinning dreams.
I want to be me again.
Free as the wind,
unstable as the changing seasons.
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