The insanity begins.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Falling.Falling isn't scary. At least, I don't think it is.
Especially with the wind whipping around the back of my neck, against my face, towards the sky,
like now, it look almost as if they are reaching up, up, up, at the beautiful stars in the sky.
The stars... They remind me someone, someone with bright twinkly eyes, sharp wit, lovely smiles. Ah, such a wonderful person. Just like the stars, shining with a light that is unlike others. My star, my own.
Part of my scarf floats in front of my face, obstructing me from my observations. Almost like the hand that strives to keep us apart. True, true. How can a mere
human, how could a mere human have the audacity to strive for something that is never,
will never, be hers? I don't aspire to reach for the sky, the moon, the stars. Especially the
stars. I know I'd never reach it. Simply raising my hands against the pressure, this falling
movement, is a chore. I won't do it. I shan't even try.
Twisting a little,
it hurts, trust me, I know. I've been through this for far more times then i can count, not even with the help of the hospital bills. It takes a certain skill, and a little technique, plus a little luck, to get it just right, to have the feeling of
soaring. It's like a cat's thing, but no worries, I've had enough tries to get it right.
The ground is now rushing towards me, and I can feel the wind slapping against my face. It doesn't hurt, since all my hair are behind me, a parody of the wings that I wished I had. I say I wish, because I know I can't get it for real. I shut my eyes, enjoying the feeling of wind, caressing every part of my body. It is a nice feeling, but I mostly do so to keep the gory pictures out of my mind. Broken limbs aren't quite so pretty, mind you.
Stiffening a little, I prepare myself for the inevitable contact with the ground, a sign that my escapade has ended, and a little journey to the hospital to be begun. Maybe the doctor will be the same again. He was nice. I found myself in a tight embrace however, body no longer falling, nor floating. Gingerly, I felt for my nose, sighing with relief as I noted that it didn't need any restructuring this time.
Leaning into your embrace, I smiled against your chest, and couldn't help but note that the days when you were around, to catch and to hold me, were so many now... So much so that i can't remember how the doctor looks like anymore...
Please... Hold me carefully, and don't break me.
fallenIN
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