When I was younger, I used to dream I was flying.
It was a vastly different feeling than what I was used to,
not relying on any abilities, or any transportation device.
I would cut through the sky, held back by nothing but I.
The clouds would part ways for me to pass through,
and I would fly, up and up and away,
in new territories, in new worlds,
and I would wake in the morning,
smiling, and
still dreaming...
Been a while since I've drawn Adult!Kirby, and I thought the prompt cloud fitted him well. I just love having an excuse to draw his wings. x) I'm actually proud of the wings I've drawn today, I've started feeling much better about my wings as of recently, and that is an amazing feeling. I have to say I agree with Kirby here; the dreams in which I can fly are the best I've ever had.