The swing was always my favourite part of the playground. Maybe it was the thrill and excitement you got from flying through the air, like gravity doesn't exist. The simple childish imagination that maybe if you try hard enough, you could let go without falling.

Or perhaps, its the feeling of being free, the ability to let the wind flow through you hair. You have no control over the resonance of the swinging motion, but you never once feel insecure or helpless. You simply let your body flow with the rhythm.

But like everything good in life, it can't last forever. It's a dream that feels like it lasts for hours but in reality, it only lasted a second and when you wake up, you can't remember it. No matter how hard you try to close your eyes and concentrate, you just can't remember.

I feel as though the world is just one big window and i'm on the inside, looking out. Freedom just isn't a luxury that i have.

It never will be if i stay here.

E.