I feel, just for an instant, like I can fly. The ground fades away into nothingness, and everything around it just melts into the inky atmosphere, forever lost amidst a jumble of black. I've heard that you need wings to fly, but at this moment I feel like you don't need anything.

Until my head makes contact with the ground, which, upon closer inspection, never left like I thought it did. The impact is hard, but without it I may have deluded myself into thinking I was in a world without a ground forever.

Everything spins in a merry-go-round of colour. It's pretty to look at, but it makes my stomach churn, so I close my eyes. Now all I know of the world is the wind blowing through my hair and the scent of fresh soil in my nose. Even the air smells of fresh beginnings.