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Many nights

I have dreamed myself

floating

in the sky

above the clouds

where the air feels borrowed

and light sits gently on my skin

I smile down

at the people on the ground

they wave at me

children point

pulling at sleeves

“look look”

parents stare

mouths open

like they’re inviting

bees and butterflies

to build homes inside

and me

I am just there

floating mid air

like I’ve been filled with helium

like my bones forgot their weight

no wings

I never had any

still I fly

not by effort

not by miracle

just by will

like a thought

telling the body to move

and it obeys

everything

so smooth

so normal

and I am not surprised

not proud either

the only human in the sky

and yet

it feels ordinary

even the birds

they do not question me

they let me pass

like I’ve always belonged

like I was written

into their sky

maybe that’s why

once

I tried to believe it

jumped

from a two storey building

onto a heap of sand

trusting the dream

but the ground

is a strict teacher

it reminded me

with a sprain

long ago

and I am grateful

I never tried the cliff

the kind of height

where the body shatters

before the mind understands

but still

every time I wake

from these sky dreams

I feel light

my mind

quiet

as if

something inside me

was taken

for a walk

a long silent voyage

through places

I cannot name

where maybe

stars fall slower

and you can watch them

up close

without burning

and I return

without noticing

like a traveller

who forgets the journey

but carries the feeling

and sometimes

I wonder

if somewhere

between breath and belief

between body and dream

I am still

floating