And So I Jump.

Maybe we can still fly. Like, just close our eyes and leap from the tallest building, only to sour along the songbirds and flowing currents. To paint the sky, because the sky is our canvass, the earth our audience. Maybe I can once again feel as the air blows through my hair, letting everything go limp as I tumble. People scream from below, but I ignore them, they don’t understand, they don’t understand what stands between dream and reality, what I’ve been through to get here. Blocking out the world, taking in my senses, I can already visualize the houses zooming by below me, the ongoing people watching in awe as I perform the greatest of air shows. I can see, I can believe it.

And so I jump.

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[Unbridled Dolly]

Where the heck do you come up with these ideas??!! They're... they're so... so perfect.