thisislanisland

Even in the darkest of days, you have the one memory or goal that keeps you going. Even at the top of the world, there’s always that one thought or fear that brings you back to earth, free-falling down just to hit the floor and shatter. Yet, somehow, however deep, there’s always that small spot of peace where you can retreat to and pretend that you’re not falling. You’re flying.  I was flying.

thisislanisland

Even in the darkest of days, you have the one memory or goal that keeps you going. Even at the top of the world, there’s always that one thought or fear that brings you back to earth, free-falling down just to hit the floor and shatter. Yet, somehow, however deep, there’s always that small spot of peace where you can retreat to and pretend that you’re not falling. You’re flying.  I was flying.