"Come sail away..."

I secretly love that song.
Anyways, today I was swinging. Sometimes, I get dizzy when I swing too much, but not today. The clouds were coming in, but the air was dry and almost warm as the sun was setting. The moon, a sliver, was peeking through the clouds, bright but barely noticable. It was almost like everything was normal. But really, everything is not normal. I felt the swing was my own personal form of escape; like if I pumped my legs hard enough, I could just fly off into the sunset.
Is that cheesey? We'll go with poetic. This time, I really can't run away. This is one of "THOSE THINGS" that people talk about, cry about, blah blah blah about. I need to stick around. But I think I'll start swinging more often.
The past few posts I've posted have been super weird. I'd say I was sorry...but to whom would I be speaking?
(Hint: starts with M and ends with ichelle. That's me.)