Explore outofbody

        I sometimes like to imagine myself flying above the clouds, traveling far and wide to all the places my mind could never imagine. I think about the wind blowing through my hair and how the force of it forces me to keep my eyes closed, but it’s okay because I can just let my soul guide me to where I wanted to go. I’d get low to the water when I flew past it, dipping my hand in and letting the waves break apart on my fingertips. I’d watch my reflection on the water’s surface and smile at the freedom.        There’s a certain spot I always enjoyed to go to, a park in New York City where heaven’s ligh