Mystical Wings Hidden in Ordinary Days

Every morning, I slip on my trainers and walk to the same bus stop, pretending I’m about to soar through clouds rather than stand in the drizzle.
Sometimes I see a bird and envy its freedom—no deadlines, no expectations.
Just floating effortlessly above the world.
Maybe my fairy tale isn’t about flying; maybe it’s just finding magic in these small moments of escape amidst the chaos of job searches and endless applications.
But honestly, sometimes I wish someone would sprinkle a little fairy dust my way, just enough to give me that much-needed leap forward.