"Can you see the ground?"
No.
"Do you still want to do this?"
No.
But I will.
with every sense of my being, with every bone in my body, I want to go back and run, run as far away as I can.
From him.
From this.
But, he takes my hand.
And we jump.
Fall, rather
Gliding through the sky, with the ground now visible beyond the clouds
and I realize -
That everything I ever dreamed of
is in this moment.
That this moment, although not final, is lasting
That this moment-
Is my forever.
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The Tired Writings of a Shy Optimist // Poetry
PoetryEssays, Thoughts, and Poems of my emotions, and my life. Deep, and meaningful, are the Tired Writings of a Shy Optimist.
