I live to feel the wind beneath my wings, to float effortlessly from current to current above the vast expanse of the universe that some love, and others loath, to call home.
Around me a sea of wings, all different colours, also float on the breeze. Some drift lazily, letting swells of hot air take them from place to place, others bunch in groups, eager to copy the others, though there is no defined leader among them, a tiny few forge ahead, paving the roads of our futures but most, including myself, fly blindly ahead, clutching a bottle of false hope and dreams and praying to a god we don't truely believe in that somehow we will be saved from this damned generation we have unwantingly created.

(This, of course, is my morbid view of the world. I escape my monotonous day job with creative outlets such as writing, photography and computer games.)