I didn’t grow up.
I am child who won’t grow up.
I fly.
I put dust into my feet and, just fly.
Sometimes I just jumped between buildings, finding myself up in the cloud.
I soar through the sky, between the stars and the constellation.
If you ask me why I’m still doing that. I just haven’t found the reason not to.
People always told you to grow up. Let me tell you this.
Tell them, never.