Some movies touch your heart so deeply. They leave fingerprints all over your senses. Including the sixth, if at all you have one. Some even feel like a dejavu and you feel like filing a copyright impingement report against the makers. Then you realize virtual incidents are hardly any evidentiary support.
So much of anger bottled deep inside. Against the customary beliefs, clipped wings, inherited naivety, baseless obedience, ruthless principles, shameless hypocrisy and lack of freedom of speech and thoughts.
Your wings are tired of being kept still. They want to fly beyond the horizon. To achieve the countless dreams. They want to wander aimlessly in the sky without limitations. They want to commit mistakes and learn from them. Without someone waiting to ridicule and punish. They want to be able to fly back home with heart full of memories and experience. They want their innocence ripped away only to be given back right on time.
Your feet are tired of the same path trodden countless times. They want to tap to the rhythm of the wind. They want to dance to the music of the soul. They want to relive the pain of the calves and soles. The moments of having the spotlight shine on them in the middle of the stage. The adrenaline rush right before the curtain unveils. Pure happiness.
Your heart wants to stop racing. For all the reasons exist beyond this continent.