Rise about the clouds

I want to tear myself from this place,

from this reality, rise up like a cloud and float away,

 melt into this humid summer night and dissolve somewhere far,

over the hills.

 

But I am here, my legs blocks of concrete,

my lungs empty of air, my throat burning.

There will be no floating away.

 

 

—Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner