Thursday, May 29, 2008
What if I fall
What if I don't
What if I never make it home
What if I bleed
What if I break
And I find that I can't take
The city below
The citadel holding my own hand
I'm holding on to something
That's keeping me from jumping
So afraid to go it alone
And holding up this fortress
With imaginary forces
Longing for a life down below
Have you ever stopped short in your tracks 2 metres from the rails of a 3rd story landing because you were afraid that if you went any closer your body would take control and propel you to climb up, and over, and to tumble over the rail in the glorious flight of free fall? That happened to me today. I was imagining how nice it would be to fly over the scene from that mid-level view, and then the gliding flight turned into fall as gravity hit...
Imagination is perhaps the most powerful force in the whole universe.
Posted by nayrakroarual at 10:41 PM
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