2.57 am
Would you trade a solid foundation for slanting crooked walls, broken windows, a door hanging off its hinges? Would you trade safe words and tired promises, for poetry and cinema? Would you jump from a cliff with your eyes tightly shut from the safe realms of a place you know discomfortingly well into mid-air?
The funny thing about being in mid-air, is that you can only be there for a split second. That's all. Just one tiny breath, before it occurs to you whether you're falling or flying.
YOU ARE READING
En Air
Roman d'amour'I don't believe in magic,' said the young boy. The old man smiled. 'You will when you meet her.'
