What on Earth?

Layers of atmosphere collected on my eyelashes and in my hair as I fell, pooffing through clouds at a speed that terrified even the bravest of adrenaline junkies.  Was I meant to fly?  I couldn't help but notice that gravity wasn't the only thing pulling me down.  I intended to fall in that direction and somehow that intention shot me through the air.  Then, as soon as I realized my intention, I realized my intention was all that mattered... and I wasn't falling.  The world was disappearing behind me.  I had to stop.  Even though it was painful to live in a world that misunderstood me, I understood the world, and it needed me.  It needs all the people who were brought to it to be whole, just like a family.  I turned and decided to stay, but not for too long, because just as much as the world needs its people to be whole, its people need a connection to something greater than it, and sometimes you have to let yourself go and fly to get that connection.