charliethesinne

I'm the girl who looks into the deep blue sky and who sleeps in the wool clouds. I'm the child. The big people, the people to whom the small things are nothing, say that the child is happy. She's brave, they say. Some of them are proud of the rainbow-girl: she wears the World with green like the hope and, with yellow smiles, she gives comfort to the weak souls. The dreams, they are orange and pink, reminding cotton candy. "She jumps like the birds", says the grandfather. Who knows, tell them: yes, she jumps. She jumps trying to find sweet dreams, she's trying to fly. But they cut her wings. She would like to fly like the bird, to dive in the infinite blue sky and to hide from everyone.