never fly solo

Nostalgia strikes suddenly, that deep sense of longing and forlorn regret tearing your chest apart. It happens anywhere, everywhere. The remembrance of bright days and brighter smiles and laughter brighter still. It is then that your feet grow heavy and your heart longs for home, and you turn yourself around and head for clear waters and clearer skies, and the comfort of an old friend.
—  i fly solo sometimes
I danced and drifted through the air easier than everyone (why is it so hard for people to keep up) and I jumped so high I caught a star (see I still have some stardust on my fingers) and I spun so fast that my edges blurred and I was just a fuzzy stripe of color and then I glided smooth and sure through the air and I kept going until the music ended and everyone left (they always leave me alone) and I kept going and I kept going and I cried as the sun rose and I danced alone.
—  i fly solo sometimes